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- Written by Nicholas Breeze Nicholas Breeze
- Published: 21 May 2009 21 May 2009
Most wedding planners (be it a professional or simply the bride and her mother!), are so formulaic that it becomes a bit of treadmill with regular clockwatching and whispering about the confirmed time of taxis. Not to be too unfair the hosts and the happy couple, the quality of guests sometimes demand little more than a few different styles of plonk throughout the day and a pint of beer on the dance floor ('cept more broody attendees/divorcees who can be seen languishing at the back clutching one of the remnant bottles of red left over from the meal with something like "suicide", "trauma" or more simply, "trouble" written across their brow.
With all that in mind I was pleased to be at a wedding recently where with little extra expense but obvious greater thought, more attention was given to the wines so that people like me could agree to put off the taxi for a while and pucker away at the bottle for a little longer. The white was a joyous St Clair Sauvignon Blanc from New Zealand and the red a petit chateau from Medoc on the left bank of Bordeaux, 2005 vintage - name I forget but the quality was more than remarked upon by young and old alike. Such little attention to detail upgraded the occasion from mere wedding day walk through to something a little more stylish... by a modicum more exquisite!
One of wedding planner who is grabbing all the attention for this kind of detail is Mark Niemierko . Admittedly he caters for the true perfectionist but it is worth noting his wedding planning techniques and his ideal and applying them to ones own wedding if forced to the Bride and Mother routine. If you are looking for a decent supplier of wines for your wedding then visit Jeroboams by clicking here .
Salute, good luck and longevity.
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