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.
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.
Even I willingly acknowledge that the damage to the vineyards of Champagne was one of the lesser tragedies of the First World War.
The Drink Column.
What does the term mean, other than that the wine is big, probably red, and certainly unaffordable?
Most fizzy drinks are vile, yet some of those still do duty as mixers – the point here being, presumably, to cancel out one horrible taste with another.
Philip moved his court frequently and I believe his reasons had to do with drink: half of his lands produced wine, the other half beer.