Ok Ok. I know. I only love great big reds that you need a knife to get through (anyone else remember 1978 Roodeberg? yes, yes, of course it wasn't pc . . . I didn't know what it was . . . damn my importing-embargo-busting father-in-law . . . wotawine tho' eh . . . never been the same since). Anyway. Where was I? Oh yeah. So we finally make it to Tuscany after all those years of saying we would. Kids bored to death by Florence . . .so we stick 'em on a coach to San Gimignano. If you've never been it is a must . . . one of the great approaching views in the world. Anyway, kids, bored and dusty, I'm in need of solace and what do I find . . . another white wine that I fall in love with. Have to say I'm not sure it travels so to experience it in a fallinginloveway you'll have to fork out for the airfare. But, my is it worth it? Couse it is Malcolm!