I love wine
I love wine. I love its taste, its effect, its variety, its companionable nature. I love the hazy buzz from that first aromatic glass of cool white telling me lunch is coming. I love the glass of fragrant red as the meal progresses and the plates clatter. And I love the luscious, peachy richness of the dessert wine which sadly now seems so unfashionable.
Lunches in Gascony
I have come back to France, to the south west, to Gascony which likes to call itself little Tuscany. But Gascony is so much better. Mellow, informal, relaxed. The only discipline is that lunch always happens at 12 in Gascony. And it always happens with wine. No sandwich by the computer keyboard. Two hours of unalloyed pleasure, of friendly banter, and of local wine.
Give up on Bordeaux
I now live just 150km south of Bordeaux, but Gascony is a world away from those regimented and austere chateaux to the north. Despite being French, I never knew before of the richness of Gascon country wine, of the harvests that are still picked by hand, of the young wine growers who can afford to buy their acres here in Gascony and start to become stars, and of the families who love their land, their terroir, and cherish the wines they create.
Withnail and I
My blog will be about the discoveries I make, and about my adventures in the wine trade. It will be my personal diary.
I have just been reading the diary of Richard E Grant https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/129360.With_Nails and it was so sad to discover that he has an allergy to drink. He went to a doctor when he was 19 who told him that Grant had none of the enzyme in his blood that processes alcohol. He asked if Grant had Japanese blood. Or Inuit. Or Native American, because they have none of this enzyme. But the French as a tribe, he was told, have the most of it. Well, I am French, and it looks like Richard E Grant will not be my lunch companion anytime soon.