A friend recommended the New Zealand Mud House Pinot
Noir. It has burnt honey or summer flowering grass in its perfume. On the
palate it does not have the depth of Margaret River's Mad Fish. (The two
company names are confusing, I know: I go to say Mud Fish and … Mad House?) or the
New Zealand Pencarrow, or the deliciousness of a Gippsland Pinot Noir.
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