I currently find myself taking a glass, looking over the sights of The Annapolis Valley in Nova Scotia, Canada. I'm working for Luckett Vineyards; a local winery situated on the steepest fucking hill I've ever had the displeasure of cycling up.
"We all skateboarded together and we did our own thing but, at the end of the day, we'd catch up over a bottle of wine. Similar to going out for a beer with your mates."
By tasting a wine at the cellar door, you forge a much longer lasting memory of that wine - and it'll usually be a memory that you treasure for years to come.
Upon my return to Toronto, the city that I hold closest to my heart (second to Sheffield of course); I have had the opportunity to see how it has changed since I left four years ago. More importantly, I can see the development in attitudes to alcohol.
While we are working hard to break down barriers that can alienate younger people from truly appreciating wine, the worldwide beer community just keeps on growing.
Not all wines get better with age, but it's worth getting it right with the ones that do.
I adore beer, I’m partial to a bit of rum and I have a new-found affection for gin but I don't have the same admiration for them as I do for wine.
What's the easiest way to vine-hop? How about in a room full of winemakers, equipped with nothing but an empty glass and a healthy level of curiosity? On Sunday we had this exact opportunity. RAW WINE in London is a two day celebration of some of the best natural, organic and biodynamic wine in the … Continue reading RAW Reactions
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Miles: "It tastes like the back of a fucking L.A. school bus. Now they probably didn't de-stem, hoping for some semblance of concentration, crushed it up with leaves and mice, and then wound up with this rancid tar and turpentine bullshit. Fuckin' raid."