Nina Caplan is the 2014 Fortnum & Mason Drink Writer of the Year and 2014 Louis Roederer International Wine Columnist of the Year for her columns on drink in the New Statesman. She tweets as @NinaCaplan.
Dry, cloudy and still, sidra is the drink of the Celts.
The vineyards still occasionally throw up fossils of dinosaurs that were checking out the local flora and fauna 185 million years ago.
Cowboys may have been the architects of the American myth but a cowboy without his shot of whiskey would scarce merit his gun.
In wine, the tendrils of power spread like well-nourished vines, wrapping around some surprising edifices.
I’ve nothing against celebrated wines: enormous care and attention goes into their creation. Still, a little imagination is a heavenly thing.
People intimidated by wine think that connoisseurs look down on them but it isn’t true – house wine is there to help.
Before I even got near the reds, I found myself thinking of a short story by Tolstoy, “How Much Land Does a Man Need?”.
Despite all its associations, vinha d’alhos is a mongrel dish - and the fraught question of what we ought to drink needs an international answer.
Spain and Portugal may have settled their differences, but when it comes to grapes, it's not so simple.
Buckets, bobsleds and a battery-powered bike.