Suntory, Smoke & Cigars
Stirling takes a first step towards reclaiming his youth from ‘the mild cigar’. It was…
Browsing: Tipples
The Dalmore Richard Paterson Collection
Richard Paterson is known to be the greatest master distiller of his, or any, generation. He has worked for Whyte & Mackay for forty-seven of his sixty-four years.
A Cocktail for Men. And Stirling.
From the snowy slopes of the French Alps to Cosmopolitan chic of London, this particular combination of booze travels well.
Great British Bubbles: Herbert Hall
I first encountered owner Nick Hall earlier this year after tweeting an overheard description of his newly-released pink cuvée as “the crack cocaine of English Rosé”…
Hidden Treasures at The Experimental Cocktail Club
Gerrard Street is filled with the Friday night throng. Lights shimmer and glint and delicious smells swell up from busy basement kitchens. The rain pours down in heavy torrents, the streets look like a scene from Blade Runner, steam and smoke rising from the drains.
Harrods’ Great Gatsby Pop-Up
All the words in ‘Courvoisier Great Gatsby Pop-up at Harrods’ are fabulous apart from ‘pop-up’,…
Cutty Sark: Good Enough For Scorsese
Think late seventies when leather gloves were mandatory for men and driving a Ford Capri 3.0 S Mk III was tantamount to being a god…
RAW Fayre: Western Slovenia
“Outsize ants crawl over crazy paving at the Klinec homestead’s terrace. The vista in their midst – Medana’s vineyards…” Ahead of London’s RAW fair of ‘natural wines’, Douglas Blyde visits participating country, Slovenia.
Duvel Triple Hop
Might I point out that sprint has sprung. Isn’t it obvious? Cold wintery nights, grey…
The Luggage Room
We stroll up to the front of the hotel, searching for a likely entrance. There’s nothing. We enter the hotel through the revolving door and search the foyer. Still nothing. We find a doorman and discreetly make enquiries about a ‘Luggage Room’. “Ah” he says, sizing us up. “Outside, look for the small, black door to your right – you need to knock”.
Tullamore Dew: An Irish Odyssey
“Picture the following scene. I’m standing in the top room of a Dublin pub, late on a Thursday night. Nothing that unusual about that, but there’s a coffin in front of me.”