“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’

Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”

DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland ... Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin)





10 November 2011



Many years ago,
this beautiful wine, an Ian Hickinbotham blend from Kaiser Stuhl, in the Barossa, presented an unforgettable organoleptic challenge to the flavour lasers of the young DRINKSTER, who was bemused by its vintage as much as its delicious nature. As the neck label says, it was 1954, "with 30% 1957". Why can't winemakers do more of this sort of blending in the pursuit of better wine?

Because the market won't accept it.

Silly market.

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