Monsieur Caviste

I can’t remember his name, so I’ll call him Monsieur Caviste, because that’s what he was.  I wonder what he’s doing now.  My best guess is that he’s one of those sharky French brokers who deal in flipped Lafon allocations and sell bottles of Romanee-Conti that maybe aren’t Romanee-Conti.  Maybe that’s unfair but the truth […]

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Golden Taps

Something needs to be written about Bordeaux.  About how it might, just might, totally eat itself.  About how so many properties in St Emilion have completely lost the plot in terms of their winemaking; about how many of the chateaux on both sides of the river have lost the plot in terms of pricing.  About […]

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