How to survive La Dive
Hannah has the essential tips for you if you’re a wine professional and you want to keep body and soul together at La Dive Bouteille and its spin-off wine fairs in the Loire this winter.
Amazing opportunity, cellar hand wanted
Want a job working for an up-and-coming winery located somewhere in France? Hannah Fuellenkemper has the most amazing opportunity for you…. possibly.
Why French winemakers never reply to emails
Did you ever wonder why French winemakers never reply to your email? Hannah has the answer, explained from the winemaker’s point of view.
Four wines and a wormhole
Hannah thinks she’s opened some kind of portal by calling up memories of 2020’s four most momentous wines. And we’re not going argue!
Society is dead, long live conviviality
Tonight I will be late for my first drinking-with-someone-on-FaceTime-date which I know because even though it seems like everything is different, some things will never change. Other things are not so the same.
Does natural wine need official regulation?
Simon looks into France’s new charter for natural wines, and gets clarification from Jaques Carroget, its instigator.
Le Saint Eutrope (my perfect little bistro)
Some kids get the itch to become astronauts but when I’m grown up I want to be Harry Lester. Once I am I’ll open my perfect little bistro. A tear-the-paper-off-the-table, stoneware carafe and colourful brocante-deco affair, doesn’t matter where so Read more
Fear and pruning in Beaujolais
Hannah continues her winemaking adventures, but as she enters the 8th week of pruning in Beaujoalis, starts to suffer from increasing doubt about whether she’s made the right choice in life.
Cellar hygiene über alles
The latest instalment of Hannah’s adventures in the Ardeche finds her developing a strange relationship with a pneumatic press. And realising that the hardest work at harvest was not in the vineyard, after all.
Auberge de Chassignolles, my Hotel California in the Auvergne
Hannah’s further adventures off the beaten-track in South-Eastern France, as she’s abandoned in a hot, sticky Ardeche but reminisces about the perfect lunch