Now, a fort is supposed to protect you against danger, right? I’m not convinced. Fort Gin, y’see, is pretty damn dangerous in itself. Take a gulp and you’ll understand why…
spice
Clos Triguedina / Clos Putney High Street / Cahors Blimey
Jesus, if this is what Putney smells like, no wonder SW15 property prices are so bloody high.
Vina Arana Reserva, La Rioja Alta 2001 review
… is like a sweet mouthful of ripest autumn — and is the nicest wine to grace Old Parn’s palate so far this year
Verd Albera, Emporda review
… is a plump, florid, indulgent kind of wine — a hint of that chardonnay roundness and chubbiness, overlaid with a sprinkling of spice and pepper
Arabella Reserve Shiraz Viognier review
… smells like Bulgarian woodsmoke in August; smells like respite from the guilt of being A Bit Shit With Bulgarian Orphans; smells like charmingly self-indulgent adolescent ennui
Bricco Rosso Suagna Langhe Rosso 2006 review
… is neither despicable nor mucky. Or, if it is a tiny bit mucky, only in a reassuringly rustic kind of way.
Potel Aviron Moulin-a-Vent 2005 review
… triumphantly reminds us that the word ‘fruity’ actually refers to real, honest fruit — not the synthetic sugar-water peddled by oily bell-ends in ugly suits
Sainsbury’s Gruner Veltliner 2010 (Taste the Difference)
… is exactly the kind of dry white wine with which you’d want to slake your dusty thirst after half an hour’s bypass-trudging
Musar Jeune Rouge 2008 review
… is like inhaling the contents of a bouquet garni. In a damned good way, let me add