The place was called Moorilla. A modern building, sleek design and wine bottles with stylish black-and-white labels lined up on the counter. In cellar doors I usually try to buy either good or unusual wines – they had both.
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The place looked like a bar – the first thing that caught my attention was a collection of whisky bottles behind the counter. Possibly there are bars with a richer choice of whisky (they say that in Scotland any bar has 20 sorts of whisky just on tap), but I still have to find one.
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I was stocked up but they offered 8 to 11 years old wines for 10-15 dollars a bottle, and again, it was from Huntington…
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Despite the tangily refreshing oak spiciness of their Chardonnays, the Ecksians weren’t the kind of people to let a brewery burn. —Terry Pratchett, The Last Continent
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An island is a somewhat mystical place which begs to be explored. In case of Hamilton Island, what with all the maps and guides, there weren’t any opportunities of Livingstone-style pioneering, but I had made a few discoveries of non-geographical nature.
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