"It's the coming together of two words," she replied. "Amare in Italian means to love and then Amaro means bitter, Amarone is the coming together of those two things." And don't we need a little of both to stay balanced in this funny old thing we call life? Perhaps that's why I'm so drawn to Amarone.
Rosé is dangerous isn’t it, for something the same percentage as ordinary wine it goes down alarmingly fast. And funnily enough it gets you just as burritoed as the same quantities of red wine would, but you would never drink that much red wine because you would turn into a burgundy coloured cushion, mouth as [...]
As we’ve finally been making the transfer into Spring, I’ve been considering the idea of balance more than I suppose I usually would. We've had a lot of rain lately, does this mean that we’re going to have a long hot summer? Maybe. With bad luck comes good luck, with death, comes life and with [...]
Well isn't that a first, I managed to get through a Tuesday without bashing out a tirade of abuse on the keyboard, things are looking up. Now that I have fully recovered from the booziness of my little skiing jaunt over the weekend, I feel ready to tell you all about Swiss wine, glorious, glorious, [...]