For no reason I can recall, I bought a bottle of Liebfraumilch recently and put it in the fridge, assuming that there would come a moment when it would be just what I wanted.
I drank it this evening, and mused about how, like so many German tipples it has such a 1970s image in the UK, being the avocado bath-room suite of wines.
I have to admit that I quite enjoyed it.
