tasting wine and saving lives – your more than average guide to the good stuff.
My normal route in the morning is currently closed. There are signs everywhere stating ‘Diversion’ but curious as I am, I thought I’d go past all of them to see just how closed we were talking. It turns out, there’s just a tiny bit of scaffolding up for the rebuilding of a wall, plenty of [...]
Is there a type of writers block where you write several blog posts on passionate wine topics 'with an angle' before scrapping them and starting again? You see, I half gave into the angst on Twitter lately that wine writers don't do enough drafts, don't get proper criticism and they just don't write with an [...]
"Good wine makes good blood..." Do you know what gets me excited? A wine that I taste, mull over, tell friends about and then when I come to research it, there's little to no information about it on the old world wide web. It's usually because that wine has come from an independent retailer who's [...]
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 [...]
“Unless you are good at guessing, it is not much use being a detective.” Agatha Christie I wish I'd cooked this evening. If I had, it would be my absolute favourite duck dish inspired by Ross' Mum to pair with the beautiful Chateau Montus 2011 I am currently drinking. I've written about the Tannat grape before [...]
I was going to write in a 'today' format, like a diary but I really can't see myself finishing this today so lets just call it Tuesday. On Tuesday the weather was so divinely gorgeous one could breathe in and think, hang on, is it Spring? Only the dire hedgerows and impending darkness gave it [...]
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 [...]
