RAW Fayre: Western Slovenia
“Outsize ants crawl over crazy paving at the Klinec homestead’s terrace. The vista in their midst – Medana’s vineyards…” Ahead of London’s RAW fair of ‘natural wines’, Douglas Blyde visits participating country, Slovenia.
“Outsize ants crawl over crazy paving at the Klinec homestead’s terrace. The vista in their midst – Medana’s vineyards…” Ahead of London’s RAW fair of ‘natural wines’, Douglas Blyde visits participating country, Slovenia.
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