This month’s Tuesday Night Tasting surrounded the theme of “Vinifera” and was hosted by the fine folks at Planter’s Ridge. As host/showrunner, I felt the need to up the presentation game. This involved deriving the word “Plane” from Planter’s Ridge, obtaining a Pilot costume, and introducing each vineyard, as though we were on an airline, … Continue reading Vinifera & Viniserve: An Update from ‘Captain’ Jardine
Wined Up has another new writer! Hannah has just survived an intense wine exam and, for those of you who are serious about learning more, she's here to tell you what to expect...
Rosé is a crowd-splitter. We recently had a tasting with L'altre Vi to challenge our perceptions of the pink stuff and prepare ourselves for summer.
The word “hypocrisy” comes to mind as I type this. Last year; when James and I both worked together, I would tease him about being a hipster with his 'trendy' drinking habits and now I only ever drink (and find myself boasting about it) local liquor products. I roasted him for his Red Hot Chili … Continue reading TNT, Tidal Bays & Pét-Nats – The Nova Scotia story
You may have noticed that over the past year we have run profiles on a number of distributors, producers and pioneers within the wine industry. That’s because here at Wined Up, we like to talk about people and projects that we genuinely find interesting. We don’t plug certain companies for advertising revenue; we profile them … Continue reading “Come on! Chug, people!” An afternoon with Swig.co.uk.
On 16th November, we headed to Amelia Singer's house for a festive wine tasting and I've been eating and drinking like it's Christmas ever since...
It's a question people ask me almost every day... When I respond that I'm not, their faces kind of drop.
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."
For beginners, wine just smells of… well, wine. But I promise you; people who claim to smell notes of melon, black pepper, apple and freshly cut grass in their glass of Sauvignon Blanc aren’t bullshitting.
Fish fingers, tomato ketchup and a hint of butter, sandwiched between two soft slices of cheap, no-nonsense white bread. Is there anything wrong with admitting that you bloody love it?