Born in Australia. Assembled in New York. Currently living in Copenhagen. Drinking and writing about wine. WSET 2, Credit. Always hunting for mysterious produce...
Like taking a cold shower and a breath of fresh air at the same time. Diving into this basket of ripe, red raspberries and delicate rose petals has me feeling light. Coupled with a little fennel, and a touch of white pepper on the palate, I think I’ve officially found my go-to warm evening red. I don’t like repeating wines, but this - this is a very refreshing welcome amidst this hideous European summer - what a drag. Who wants sun and blue skies? No one. — 2 months ago
Like biting into a freshly cut pineapple, straight from the fridge. A friendly, approachable Chardonnay with a light air of maturity introduced by a hint of oak. Otherwise, a young, bright, dry, Frenchman that leaves the faintest lick of green tannins inside your cheeks. The perfect plus one at all summer BBQs. — 2 months ago
Hungary - no wonder the nectar from Tokaji grapes are mentioned in your National Anthem. Yes, I did my research, after this slick, juicy, drop had me weak at the knees. Well balanced acidity paired with a medium bodied concentration, you’ll feel as if a delicate lick of butter, watermelon and lime is shimmying its way across all corners of your mouth - find where it visited by following the tingling tracks with your tongue. Anthropomorphism would unveil a suave talking Eastern European man called Ambrus, who’d need no introduction. Not to your parents, your friends, your dog, nor your gold fish. This, he too, knows. Green, steady eyes, tanned skin, a strong will, and a smile that’s so good, it’s cruel. A man they’d all love, but would hate you to date. Someone who’d stroke your head, but look to the horizon. A man that enjoys all company, but has no plan to stay around. That’s perfect - too much of a good thing is arduous. Drink up, and look forward to introducing Ambrus, to people yet to know his charm. — 2 months ago