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The first time I tasted xinomavro from a excessive-altitude vineyard in Naoussa, the winemaker poured it into a functional tumbler and waved closer to Mount Vermio. No Greece holiday experiences pretense, only a quiet self belief that the wine may perhaps talk for itself. Lunch came off a charcoal grill, tomatoes still warm from the sunlight, and feta so clean it broke into milky s