Bunch of utter rot

Yesterday a cryptic note was pushed under the door: Have you ever had Noble Rot?? Join us tomorrow for lunch. It's from NZ.

The Codebreakers strike again.

The world of noble rot was all news to me. Apparently if you let vines become infected with some fungus called botrytis cinerea, and then you harvest the grapes, it makes a fabulous wine. Mr C described in detail the furry manky grapes that go into it, and seemed surprised that I was begging to be left in ignorance (I explained there's no such thing as botrytis in Orlaith-Land).

So (having had a bottle of wine with lunch) we then opened up the noble (semillon) rot. It smelled like nectar of the gods. And it tasted just like it smelled.

Almost time for my nap now. May be able to squeeze in an episode of Boston Legal beforehand. I'd never seen it before - for the first few minutes I was thinking 'a legal West Wing' until James Spader says "I can't speak that quickly". Brilliant.