A Trip to Georgia: Day 3
Of chacha at the gallop, Crazy Pomegranate=crazy-good food, old Rkat and new pet nat. They say in Sighnaghi that if you drink wine and chacha all night long you start…
A Trip to Georgia: Day Two
Of healing cheese, #skintouch, bonny Saperavi, a qvevri academy and super Supra. "Truth is not found in other people's grapes. You can't call that your wine. Truth is in growing…
A Trip to Georgia: Day One
Two semi-supras, twenty-one score and five grape varieties, the other Iberian coffee, dodgy spice dealing and trying not to fall in qvevris After an overnight flight you’re bound to hit…
Tutti i Giorni: Three light Italian reds for every day glugging
We experienced a tantalising flicker of high summer the other day, the kind of weather that moves the great British populace to invoke the inalienable peasant rite of “pulling a…
Doug decants: Franck Balthazar, Cornas
Illustrious Hermitage is spoken with a regal drawl, all languorous and timeless, Cote-Rotie, with its pleasing assonance and alliteration, trips authoritatively off the tongue, then there is Cornas. Not Corn-ah,…
#thebeastfromtheyeast and other cringeworthy wine hashtags
“…A man who could make so vile a pun would not scruple to pick a pocket.” Gutenhashtag! Und #nichtsehrgutenhashtag! Only Donald Trump could make twitter synonymous with acute logorrhoea. Here…