It was a customarily sticky morning in Singapore.
The first thing I noted was the Penfolds name adorning a stand, written in that familiar red cursive script: an old friend in a far land. Wait, though. Something wasn
Written by Andrew Jefford
It was a customarily sticky morning in Singapore.
The first thing I noted was the Penfolds name adorning a stand, written in that familiar red cursive script: an old friend in a far land. Wait, though. Something wasn
Written by Andrew Jefford
