I think I am addicted to capital haute cuisine. First I tried the 40th floor of the Gherkin.  Then the revolving 34th floor of the BT Tower. Recently I have stooped, metaphorically, to the 28th floor of one of the ugliest buildings in London: The Hilton, Park Lane, but probably the one with the finest, or at least poshest, view.
The big thing about buying wine in bond is that you are supposed to stash some aside for drinking later. Especially if, like me, you are fortunate enough to own a Combine Harvester.
So how come, I’ve already drunk 7/12 of these bottles that arrived from the Sunday Times Wine Club in August 2009 with a recommended drinking date of up to 2014?
Well, good is good, and brilliant is brilliant, but this wine is awesome. I can’t stop pouring it down my neck as if I was a human decanter.  Smooth yet spicy and zingy, it is everything I could wish of a Pinot Noir. Tar, tea, cranberry and redcurrant and worth every penny of the £21 per bottle it eventually cost me.
Finally, one in the eye for the Kiwi arrivistes.
Why does the Daily Mail keep shooting us in the foot? In the latest Lord Triesman sting, I support Gary Lineker. Actually I have always tried very hard to avoid the newspaper whose only purpose, in my opinion, apart from being the moral voice of useless old tossers, is to bring down anyone in authority. Anyone…
I am thinking of emigrating to Uruguay where I hear that newspapers are, if not more rational, then at least more patriotic. Ironic in a way when you think of the xenophobic tone of some Mail articles.
Uruguay produced this fab Tannat which I enjoyed with a bacon omelette (smoked dried cured streaky, since you asked).
2004 was, by most commentators, considered to be a good year in Rioja, and Laguardia might be the prettiest village in all of Northern Spain. So this wine has two things going for it already.
Following a recent explosion of new technology at BBR, I am delighted to see that the Wine Society has finally taken a giant leap out of the 19th century and launched a blog:Â Society Grapevine.
Social networking is a crucial way of building relationships with ones customers. The Society has unique access, presence, reach and expertise that makes for interesting and useful material. Well done!
Shame there is no iPhone app yet though…
With a name sounding like a female porn star’s anal discomfort, this wine is also priced to make the eyes water.
From the Wine Society at £20, it tastes of cinnamon, stewed fruit and rotting veg. Hits most Pinot Noir benchmarks but possibly a bit rich at that price.
I’ve been trying a few reds from South West France like this one from the Wine Society. Mostly my experience has been good. No, astonishing!
This rich smoky bomb is no exception. Like inhaling a beetroot and blackberry flavoured firework. Not so much representative of its terroir as made from the very scorched earth the vines are grown in. From the vintage that deep fried numerous Gauls, this is a red-blooded hot spicy mama.
Gunpowder and plot (maybe without the treason, but you never know in France). Truly delicious and at £7.95, a bargain.
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