Henry is a fan of Granato, as I certainly am. Elizabetta Foradori’s wonderful Teraldego-based wines from the hills above the Trento Plain are fantastic. It’s damning with faint praise to say that they are brilliant values. They’re worth far more than you will ever pay for them. You must buy one; the straight-forward Teroldego Rotaliano is succulent enough to make you think about Aussie Shiraz, but without the head-banging oak, alcohol and with enough acid to kick a mule. Strike that. Enough balance to withstand a cannon shot straight to the belly.