Personal Taste or Lack of Education

A much discussed topic within the trade, brands, homogenisation of the end users palate, fiddling in the winery to fit a ‘universal style’ – we, the lucky ones, in the trade and especially with Les Caves, eschew these dreary examples and tell all and sundry that they are disgusting drinks conveniently labelled as ‘wine’.

Profiteers of the Open Market

Let’s kill all the lawyers, said Dick the Butcher in Henry VI (Part 2 since you ask). I have a better wheeze: Let’s marginalise all the f & b drones whose fantastical margins are the product of a rip-off culture - they are only even-handed in that they cheat their customers and suppliers with equal insolence…

Hannah’s Blog - The Unkindest Haircut

Hannah gets the unkindest cut of all, continues to avoid those crazy Italian drivers and ducks and weaves amongst the local wasp life…

The Price Is Wrong

Many’s the time I’ve been enjoined, like the sullen and notched scrivener like that I am, to pick up my goose quill and etch - with quivering hand - my picaresque adventures in the wine trade. It would be a tale and a half told by an idiot full of the sound of carousing and the fury of eating. Never was a business so evidently bathed in such comity surely, in ostentatious revelry – here were funds of jolly anecdotes and much as I would like to recount “Five Go Mad In Madiran” (I will, I will) I have to admit that business is business and that the prosaic financial scrunch gnaws many dreary hours of my day as I seem to be forever entangled in number-juggling shenanigans with beady-eyed bean-counters.