2020 has been a tough year for everyone so to help brighten up your October, Taste of France have joined forces with the Domain of Blomac to offer one lucky reader their very own bottle of their unique Cuvée Prestige Sauvignon Blanc.
The vineyard that the wines are produced from are tailored specifically for Domain of Blomac making this one of a kind wine only available at location and nowhere else.
The wine has a dry, fresh and round taste, that includes flavours of citrus fruit, green apple and lime grass. Enjoy as a refreshing aperitif, but also to accompany fish and poultry dishes.
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I love French Sauvignon Blanc. I was once in a café in the Avenue Montaigne next to where I was working at the Embassy of Sudan. It was the summer of 1978 and about 6pm. I had finished my day and approached the bar where I frequently enjoyed my lunch and a gentleman who had just arrived ordered: “Un ballon de Sauvignon, s’il vous plait.”
He was dressed in a Burberry style gabardine raincoat, over a business suit and climbed onto a bar stool to wait. I noticed his brogue shoes. The barman turned to me as he placed a small 125ml glass on the counter in front of the gentleman. “Et Monsieur?”
I thought, OK that sounds like a nice idea. “La meme chose, s’il vous plait, Marcel.” “Oui, Monsieur Tim.” He placed an identical small glass in front of me. The barman then took the bottle from under the counter and filled both glasses, side by side.
The gentleman turned and raised his glass to me as he said in an impeccable British accent: “Do I detect an Englishman?” To which I replied: “Is it that obvious?”
He replied: “You sound just like my son, who was at school in England. Where did you go to School?” I replied: “Worth Abbey School in Sussex, Sir.”
“Incroyable.” he exclaimed. My son was at Worth. Perhaps you knew him? Francois de la Rochefoucauld.”
I replied: “Yes, indeed I did. He was younger than me, but I recall his prowess in Rugby in the Junior Colts.”
We chatted as we finished our wine and then he excused himself saying he had enjoyed meeting me. He left a ten franc note on the bar, about a pound in 1978.
Marcel leaned across to me and confided: “You know, that was duc Francois de La Rochefoucauld, duc de Liancourt and duc d’Anville. He lives across the street in the same building as Marlene Deitrich.”
I have often thought since: If a glass of Sauvignon Blanc is good enough for a duke it’s good enough for me.