Put your trust in Hungarian wine (yes, really)
The wines of Tokaji run like a golden thread through Hungarian history. There are references to their nectar-like quality in…
When it comes to food and wine, there’s no place like Rhône
As often, a good glass stimulated good talk. We were drinking some promising young Rhônes and the discussion ranged wide,…
Big two-hearted river: the wines of the Rhône
The Rhône is a strong river. The Loire derives graciousness from its châteaux. The Rhine and the Thames have been…
Kilchoman isn't a good whisky; it's a great one
‘What seas what shore what grey rocks what water lapping the bow’. So evocative, which seems strange: one would have…
I’m grateful for my grateful drinking friend
The phone rang. ‘You are the last person in the world I should be talking to’, proclaimed an old friend…
Tasting the true island spirit: single malts from the Isle of Arran
Arran, in the Firth of Clyde, is an island whose charms vary with the seasons. In summer, the hills are…
Is the great vintage of 2015 retreating into itself
We were pondering the relationship between military history and wine vintages. It is extraordinary to think that the French managed…
How Christmas lunch became Christmas dinner
It was a culinary triumph. My hosts do not spend much time in the UK, and are determined to entertain…
Found in a friend’s cellar — the wines of a lifetime
In longevity, great wine can march with human life. Creating (better still, maintaining) a fine cellar really is a compact…
Glad tidings from a parish in Burgundy
Advent: I am sure that all readers deplore the vulgarly commercial aspects of the pre-Christmas season as much as I…
We discussed wine, horses and painting at Franco’s in Jermyn Street
An artist ought to draw on broad human sympathies and an intense commitment to his craft. In both respects, Charles…
A Dutch treat from Bordeaux
In 1995, a young Dutchman completed an MBA. Banking beckoned. An internship was arranged. But Alexander van Beek thought that…
The pride of Australia
When she graduated from university in Australia, Sarah Crowe decided to travel. So she sold her car, raised whatever other…
Thank Evans for Quintessentially good wine
There was an entirely forgotten leftist called Allen Ginsberg, a so-called beat poet (surely an oxymoron) who once produced a…
The countryside’s eternal youth
I once witnessed a rarer spectacle than Halley’s Comet. I heard Ted Heath tell a funny story. It related to…
The king of clubs is a romantic at heart
We were discussing romanticism, with me arguing that it should be confined to the boudoir, the bedroom, the library or…
My beef with David Cameron in the cat-house quarter of London
Insufficient attention has been paid to the history of naughty girls, who deployed allure to prosper in a male-dominated world.…
Over serious claret, I mused on my dreams of a fat-busting pill
As good conversation should, the talk meandered from the serious to the playful. One of the serious topics was overseas…
The best way to celebrate the past? Uncork it
I have been thinking about the Dark Ages. This has nothing to do with Theresa May or Jeremy Corbyn. A…
The best way to view Jeremy Corbyn? Through rosé-tinted glasses
It was a typical bank holiday. Usual English weather: glorious, until you leave home without a brolly. Then fickleness supervenes…
The 2016 Bordeaux vintage makes up for everything bad the French ever did
‘That sweet enemy, France.’ It takes a poet to summarise centuries of military and diplomatic history. On a prosaic level,…