A sense of place

One of the most famous, most photographed, spots in the vinous world is, probably, the bottom left corner of the Romanée-Conti vineyard.  There are probably a couple of tourists there now.  I wonder what they’re looking at?  The inscription on the wall?  The vines?  The soil?  Themselves?  I wonder what they’re thinking. Drive up past […]

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Vosne-Romanee, Les Beaux Monts chez Mr Grivot

One of my favourite words: paucity. And there has been a paucity of new content here, despite a glut of unfinished drabble. I’ve been busy. So, back to work. Well, sort of. A winemaker is a little like a tailor in that neighbours may well be working with pretty much the same cloth but can […]

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Wine and The Winemaker

I’m not what you would call a religious man.  I haven’t been to church since I was last coerced into a Mothering Sunday visit, and I have some pretty strong feelings on religions and their ability to either control or provide an excuse for their followers’ behaviour.  But I have met God a couple of […]

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