Three bottles: Hew Blair
I remain intrigued by the question of who knows what and who doesn’t in the UK wine trade. Tasting, talking, drinking and working with the former camp has taug...
I remain intrigued by the question of who knows what and who doesn’t in the UK wine trade. Tasting, talking, drinking and working with the former camp has taug...
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 l...
So the other day I’m walking along East Street on the way to the station. It’s cold, dark and it’s 6.35am or so. And I look round, quite deliberately, to the ...
What do you do for a living? I used to dread this question. Not that I’m ashamed of what I do – I love it, and I know that many of my friends and customers are ...
Let’s start with some history. In 1855 the wines of the left bank of Bordeaux were “classified” at the behest of Napoleon III, who wanted the...