We were on our 10th toast of the evening. The spicy red wine was starting to slip down as easily as Ribena and, even though I was stuffed, that last slice of cheesy bread was looking mighty tempting. Forget France, I thought: this is wine culture.
That wine was not a bordeaux, but a saperavi – the king of red grapes in Georgia, a country that claims to have the oldest wine-making culture in the world.
