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I’ve eaten a piece of peach, wearing a blindfold, while a jazz band jammed in…
I’ve eaten a piece of peach, wearing a blindfold, while a jazz band jammed in…
“It’s when I’m sat at the top of Carn Daimh, looking out onto the sweeping green, amber and bronze hills with a glass of Glenlivet in my hand, that I realise how much I love both Scotland and whisky.”
You can say one thing for the Bordelais, with centuries of practice, they know how…
We’re pleased to offer our readers the chance to win tickets to the inaugural Real…
Despite renewed tensions over the Falkland Islands, Argentina and Britain have peacefully collaborated to produce…
Whether he’s spreading the jolly spirit of Hendrick’s Gin, or popping in to say “salut” at the ECC bars in Paris and London, Xavier Padovani is always on. And now he’s on in New York, opening the new ECC on Lower East Side.
“I arrive in the centre of Oxford a little early. I am really rather excited at the prospect of spending a whole afternoon drinking, I mean, learning about wine, even though I have a slight hangover.”
To drink, or not to drink, that is the question. Allow me to lead you in digesting tragedy with whisky until things look a little rosier (with apologies, in advance, to William Shakespeare)…
In celebration of the Dorchester’s 80th birthday this year, Barbara Banke, from Jackson Family Wines, hosted a dinner in happy marriage with the launch of her new-to-market Vérité La Joie 2008.
“If you haven’t yet experienced the Worship Street Whistling Shop, you should. And no, it’s not actually a shop, and you don’t need to be good at whistling. But you do need to like gin, which is where I come in.”
When grasshoppers, fish heads and raw tentacles prove too much for the stomach, there’s only one way to turn: whisky. Jihane Miller introduces three whiskies for when you don’t know your chicken feet from your chow mein.
As I approach the Hendrick’s Gin 13th Day of Christmas window at Jeroboams in Belgravia,…