That which we call a Rosé

‘I really only drink rosé wine,’ said the big burly builder who has been working in in my loft for the last two weeks.  I was surprised, since he looked more like a Malbec-man, but I was delighted too,...

Allez les Rouges

Gérard Bertrand was straight off the plane from London when I met him at Château l‘Hospitalet in the south of France a couple of weeks ago.  He had just received one of the ultimate accolades in the wine...