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	<title>Comments on: Harvest time</title>
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		<title>By: Chris Comley</title>
		<link>http://purelyfrance.com/2007/09/07/harvest-time/#comment-167</link>
		<author>Chris Comley</author>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2007 16:35:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Ah, simliar to

I drink it when I'm happy and when I'm sad. Sometimes I drink it when I'm alone. When I have company I consider it obligatory. I trifle with it if I'm not hungry and drink it when I am. Otherwise I never touch it ... unless I'm thirsty.

(Madame Lily Bollinger of course.) 

God bless every grape. 

But don't make the mistake we did when touring near St Emilion one year - leave all your wine buying to the last two days only to find the grape ripeness meter had chinged up "today or bust" that morning and everyone but everyone was out picking, definitly not sitting around the cave on the offchance muggins might happen along to buy a case or two.</description>
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<p>I drink it when I&#8217;m happy and when I&#8217;m sad. Sometimes I drink it when I&#8217;m alone. When I have company I consider it obligatory. I trifle with it if I&#8217;m not hungry and drink it when I am. Otherwise I never touch it &#8230; unless I&#8217;m thirsty.</p>
<p>(Madame Lily Bollinger of course.) </p>
<p>God bless every grape. </p>
<p>But don&#8217;t make the mistake we did when touring near St Emilion one year - leave all your wine buying to the last two days only to find the grape ripeness meter had chinged up &#8220;today or bust&#8221; that morning and everyone but everyone was out picking, definitly not sitting around the cave on the offchance muggins might happen along to buy a case or two.</p>
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