I'll put him on wellbutrin reviews bipolar I leave the winery at Romaneira late in August, as the 2013 harvest is only just beginning. Corinne is standing over the programming panel of the wine press, sipping fluorescent cerise glassfuls of the tinta roriz juice that is destined to become one of her joyfully juicy ros茅s. “I taste it every five or six minutes and adjust the time, the firmness of the squeeze, the temperature… the press is my instrument,” she tells me. “I can’t even programme the TV,” remarks her husband. Happily, though, we can all drink the wines.
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