Like prideful vintners everywhere, the winegrowers along the banks of West Germany's Rhine and Moselle Rivers tend their vineyards with loving care and pray fervently that the inexplicable magic of sun, rain and vines will produce a wine to remember. Last week, as they prepared for this year's vintage festivals, a dark pall hung over the vintners. The reason: an intruder wine that everyone will remember for a long, long time. Without loving care, with only cheap grapes and a different sort of magic, one of their number had produced something that millions...
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