Speaking of "Grange". Back in 1986, the Brother His mate and I did a trip across the Simpson Desert, in his new Turbo Sahara. The idea was to camp on one of the flats, in the centre, cook up a Lamb roast in the camp oven, and wash it down with fine wine.:D
Bro's mate, Brian Vaughton, brought along a bottle of 1965 Grange and a 70's Hanwood port (His Mother owned the Kings Head tavern in Adelaide) which he dug of from the cellar of their Hotel.
I tell ya, a roast with salt bush smoke in it, followed by liquid gold in the middle of the desert, is a night I'll always remember. Especially when a dozen Dingo's turned up at 2am sniffing the leftovers :eek: Gee they were big dogs!

