“As we soar over Northern England the plane starts to rock and sway; bad weather in the Scottish borders has led to the kind of turbulence that makes you close your eyes and grip the seat and pray for meteorological equilibrium.”
“For over 150 years the name of Rothschild has not only been synonymous with high finance but the fine wine of Bordeaux, considered to be the greatest wine region since the 13th century.”
“A school drop-out from Kosovo who washed pots at an Angus Steak House on landing in London in the mid-90s, Shabani went on to produce ‘Konik’s Tail’, regularly voted a leading brand by both press and his peers.”
“Stirling, what’s for dessert?” It was a question to which I had given precisely no…
“Ladies and gentleman, you’ve entered the spaceship – get ready to shoot into orbit,” announces Richard Geoffroy, Dom Pérignon’s ebullient cellar master, to an audience of bemused wine writers.
Larry ventures to a secret location in Edinburgh one damp autumn afternoon for a tasting of a very special single malt, one of the finest in all of Scotland. You’d think he’d know how to pronounce it…
You might have noticed that Bond is doing the rounds, and if you were keeping…
“Just a moment. Three measures of Gordon’s, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina…
Some of us, and certainly all of us at The Arbuturian, love gin. Heady botanicals, crisp drinking, mothers ruin, Plymouth, London, Islay and now Mediterranean.
“Night-blue juniper soaking into your very soul. Volatile fluids catching flight and coursing through your blood, soaring. Gin soothes and invigorates in equal measure, I am not with those who claim depressive qualities.”
“Hendrick’s Gin was creaking open the doors to its fabled gin palace in Girvan, Ayrshire, and I was one of the lucky few invited in.” Miss York is let loose inside a gin distillery…what were they thinking!?
I’ve eaten a piece of peach, wearing a blindfold, while a jazz band jammed in…