There are moments when I despair of my development as a wine-o.

When my nose is buried in a big glass of red and I come up for air, announce proudly, “cherries! I’d bet my life on it!”, and then be told it’s filled with blackberries and plums, I don’t think I’ll ever figure this wine thing out.

There are a lot of those moments, actually.

Then there are moments I think “you’ve come a long way, baby.”

I had one of those experiences last week. I had invited a couple of friends over for a casual summer dinner – orzo with feta and shrimp and bought the perfect bottle of Albarino to go with it. Read the full story