Barolo view from Monforte to the Alps

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An independent blog based on 40 years of love of wine, stories, travels and tasting.  Nothing professional, nothing expert, just pleasure and, I hope, good taste.  Read on, and enjoy.  Subscription is free.

 
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Spring in all its Glory

Season of fancy and of hope, Permit not for one hour, A blossom from thy crown to drop, Nor add to it a flower! Keep, lovely May, as if...

Spring Blossom, Hope & Chardonnay

It has been a long time since my last post, and that was a rather depressing one on the problems of dead white burgundies, so with spring...

White Wine and the Pox

As most of my Burgundy allocations finally get delivered towards year end, I always look forward to December, an excuse to spend time in...

Syrah in Excelsis

Christmas, or whatever the festive end of year season is allowed to be called these days. An excuse to dig out some nice bottles, though...

The Other Barolo - Hidden Treasures

The Langhe in Piedmont, a region of rolling hills topped with ancient villages and interspersed with valleys; a patchwork quilt of...

Barolo: Three Men from Berri

The hilltop La Morra under MonViso and the Alps at sunset, seen from Monforte d'Alba It was back in 2007 that three men from the hamlet...

Becky & Freddie - Rockstars of Burgundy

Sadly, I have never had the chance to meet these two stars of the Burgundian firmament. I have met the son of the first, and have a CD...

A Chardonnay Pilgrimage on Two Wheels

Burgundy. The blessed slope with more history, vaunted terroir, heritage, pricing and words than any other wine district on earth. And as...

Gazin - Pilgrims, Young and Old

I have noticed on Instagram that there is almost an obsession with ancient bottles with crumbling corks and rotting labels. Time and...

Haut Brion - the Quintessential Bordeaux

Haut Brion. It is perhaps the wine I most love to hate or is it I most hate to love? For me it encapsulates everything that is best about...

Cool California, 1976 and all that...

1976. I was a school kid in England, and I can still remember the cricket pitch going from lush green to a faded fatigue to frazzled...

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