A sweet wine older than most countries is being poured by a younger crowd.
It is, by fair claim, the oldest named wine still made: pressed on these slopes when the knights held the island, sweet and amber and freighted with history. For decades it was a wine you were given, not one you chose.
That is changing. A handful of young winemakers are drying the grapes a little less, ageing a little longer, and pouring it against cheese and slow-cooked lamb rather than only cake. The past, it turns out, takes well to a new glass.
The week on the island, chosen and written by our editors — property, culture and the good life, in one considered email.
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