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“An old client brought me a bottle of Vinho Verde, so I thought I'd try making a green sangria. Perfect for spring, isn't it?" The pitcher was full of honeydew, green apple, green grapes, lime, basil, and mint. It was light and refreshing, with just the right hint of herbal sweetness. I was in love.”

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