"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.
Just before I headed to London for my WSET, a friend introduced me to his Alsatian friend Gewurztraminer. He opened it to go with the chocolate death we were scoffing, a fairly self-explanatory pudding. I thought, hang on a second, I would wear this wine it smells so delightful and to taste so refined with [...]
Social Media has been getting a lot of bad press lately but if any of these journalists were any good, they'd be sharing both sides of the story. Yes, there are trolls, perverts, terrorists and I don't know what else on popular sites such as Instagram and Twitter but there's also an option to block [...]