"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 [...]
“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 [...]
The sky gently burns a passionate red, reflecting on the water as the sun nods goodbye to another beautiful day. Clouds of dust streak through the transcendent light in zigzags along beaten dirt tracks while screams and laughter fill the warm, pine scented air. There's the occasional glimpse of tail lights on a curved black [...]
So normally on a Monday, I'd share with you what was drunk over the weekend full of exuberance for the lovely new wines I'd discovered. Unfortunately, it all got a bit out of hand so the wines that were rather rapidly consumed, became tainted with various Tequilas, Sambuca and god knows what else meaning my [...]