Dessert wine

I'm a late convert to be honest.

In my twenties we used to eat out at Bakers in Bristol and Phil Oakey would exchange my set-meal pudding for a brandy. In my thirties Daryl and I would forego the Douce's Manor sweet trolley for cheese, biscuits and another bottle of red.

However, Shropshire, dessert and sticky wine seem to be a natural trinity not dissimilar to the Church of England, WI and the Tory party. So it seems rude not to partake of a witty Sauternes or fragrant Botrytis Semillon.

But what's with this half bottle nonsense.