An essential is all very well. But is it more than an essential? Is it, you may ask, the kind of wine to engender obsessive, bewildering, blind devotion bordering on cultism? Is it, you ask me, paraphrasing to ensure I understand your query, the kind of wine about which one might full-throatedly bellow a simplistic refrain based upon its name?
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Booze of the Week: Jameson’s Whiskey
The confluence of aesthetic principles and undergraduate pretension? Jameson’s Irish Whiskey, apparently. God knows why; I suppose you’ll have to read my Booze of the Week to find out.
Cellophanity, Putin-pleasuring and Pinot Gris
A significant portion of which is devoted to a spirited ‘crie de coeur’ on the subject of ready meal packaging, and most of the rest of which contemplates distasteful sexual activities practised upon Russian politicians. I’m up-front about this stuff, y’know.
A Pinotage that’s all fruit and curves and perpetual smiling
Manley Estate’s Pinotage is all fruit and soft curves and perpetual smiling — and I can’t help wishing it’d make me work a bit harder
A Csárdás in a glass — Hilltop Hungarian White
… is a tantalising, gob-watering Csárdás of a wine that lobs a grenade of tropicality — mandarins, lychees, peaches, the kinds of fruits that ooze when you squidge them — that follows up with an aftershock of dry, icy citrus
Guest post: The Ubiquity Of Fizz
In which Old Parn’s first guest blogger, Elly Tams, has her knickers charmed off by Prosecco
Battery Chardonnay or Jane Austen Chardonnay?
… may not possess Austen-esque poise, but it has manners, and doesn’t overwhelm and disgust you with noxious belching
Pedro Ximenez Don Marcelo Jerez review
… is delicious, extraordinary and quite goddamn sexy. Even if it *does* taste of raisins. Because wrinkles can be sexy, too.