I was recently a Fellow at the 2026 Wine Writers’ Symposium hosted in California by Meadowood Napa Valley and Napa Valley Vintners. As part of the application, I was asked to answer the question “If wine were only art or only science, what would be lost?” Below is my attempt. Photograph by me from a…
Articles and essays
The same every time
I’ve never much liked queues. I worked for years as a checkout supervisor at a supermarket, and something instinctive still kicks in when I sense the slightest hint of a line starting to form. Surely they’ve had their day, anyway. With the advent of the written word, let alone the telephone and all technological advances…
There is something else
As with a lot of things in my life, I came to the world of wine somewhat arseways. I started working in wine more than a decade ago, though it took me a while to recognise that I was actually working in wine. In Bordeaux, where I spent three years, I rubbed shoulders with people…
A sudden pain in the butt
There is so much wine in this suitcase that the wheels and handles are useless. Moving it is a two-person job, like it’s a fridge-freezer or a table. Lucky, then, that I’m with James, with whom I’ve spent most waking and working hours for the last two weeks. I have never had a conversation with…
Not understanding all the words
I lived in Bordeaux for three years without coming close to mastering French. It got better over time, but I often struggled to comprehend the language being spoken around me. I lived beside the Marché des Capucins, a food market that brands itself “the belly of Bordeaux”. Sunday morning visits were a feast for the…




