Tasting Notes
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We needed to call the fire brigade as a garden shed full of paint pots, newspapers, old chipboards and plywood had just gone up in smoke. Someone had the idea, as Shakespeare vaguely said, “fight fire with fire” while others foolishly poured fuel onto the fire. Finally water did the trick and we relaxed by the sea, where nearby someone was roofing his beach hut by applying felt with hot bitumen and we inhaled deep, tarry and charred flavours before we finally got crispy smoky bacon sandwiches off a barbeque and chestnuts having been roasted on an open fire.