"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.
Call me Britney, because I did it again. After vowing to never drink more than I should, to always have a glass of water between drinks, because I never wanted to feel 'like this again' history repeated itself on Thursday. Like a fish to water, all memories of deathly hangovers left me as I tucked [...]
It's January and people are on all sorts of silly diets, cutting back on alcohol or even quitting entirely. Vogue recently re-published an article from a 1963 edition with a bold header stating; The Champagne Diet. I don't know about you, but this sounds right up my street. "Classic light strengthener of convalescents, respected digestif [...]
Last night I visited Hambleton Hall hotel in Rutland for a surprise birthday meal for my Dad's 60th. I thought I'd share this with you as of course there was plenty of wine and the food was out of this world. Hambleton Hall is special, its positioning on the outskirts of the stunning village makes [...]