Monthly Archives: March, 2011
… is furlongs away from those horrible, flippant, fruit-stuffed wines that taste as if the producer were aiming at 10 year old schoolchildren
… will give you jelly babies, aniseed and bolognese sauce — but only if you manage to decork the blighter
… will make your stomach purr with delicious minerality, lissom-lingering fruits and distant cream
… An insecure Alsatian that needs to see a canine psychologist — but has the sweetest breath you could wish for
… will seduce you with a heady waft of fruit, then pull you up, slap you and strap you, look you fucking DEAD in the eye and ask you: ‘Do you think you’re hard enough?’
… will underwhelm you. But the people selling it to you? They’ll whelm yo’ ass right off.
… will light up all the buzzers on the pinball table of your palate. For under a tenner.
… is an absolute pleasure to hang out with: excellent company. No fart jokes.
… will knock you out and stuff a crapload of lilies right in your face. Next thing you know, you’re waking up in a coffin
… won’t blast you with fruit & veg like some crazed pyromaniac greengrocer. No; it’s lean, discrete, introverted. And in disguise.