THE question ‘Would you like a sherry?’ is often greeted with a vigorous shake of the head and the response along the lines of ‘sorry I don’t really like it’ or ‘ugh no... sherry?!’
Like port, sherry is ingrained in the British psyche.
Mavis Riley, the character who symbolised the very essence of a sort of buttoned up, repressed version of Englishness, always used to order a sweet sherry in the Rovers Return.
Sherry became unfashionable; a drink for older people which was left in cupboards gathering dust until it became so unpalatable that one swig might prove how awful it was in the first place.
It comes in a bewildering range of styles although, in fact,