What, you ask, is the big difference between Château d’Esclans’ two crown jewels—Garrus and Les Clans? Well, let’s start by tossing the word big out of the window. These two don’t compete; they coexist like elegant siblings who both went to top universities but chose different majors. In the glass, they’re nearly identical—pale, poised, and
We won’t whisper. Not today. Today we sing—loudly, joyfully, a little off‑key perhaps—because Whispering Angel turns twenty. I still remember that night as if Provence itself pressed it into my memory. It was 2 July 2016, and I was gliding through the warm, inky darkness in a borrowed car, heading toward Château d’Esclans. The occasion:
One of my very first wine articles in the Dutch Newspaper De Telegraaf /Spits (I have to digg in my memories but it have to be 30 years ago) was about a wine from the Maremma. The wine was made from the grape sangiovese, but they call it overhere the 'little black one' (morellino). Once
The Secrets of the Archangel: A New Mystery in the Judean Hills By Janna Rijpma-Meppelink In the late nineties of the last century I had the pleasure of meeting Eli Ben-Zaken for the first time during a dinner in Amsterdam. In that time his chardonnay made an indelible impression. Finally in 2011 I had the
Volgens de Maori mythe zie je bovenop de Craggy Range-bergketen op het Noorder-eiland van Nieuw Zeeland het silhouet van een gesneuvelde krijger liggen. Hij vond daar zijn dood in de strijd om de hand van
