HELLO SUNSHINE 💛

Summer in Blighty, it IS a thing after all… please excuse my lack of faith.

It seems like everyone other than me, and potentially you if you’re reading, either is, has been, or is going to The Basque Country. Totally fair enough. I’d be doing that too if I wasn’t so busy writing this email. Luckily we have Txakoli. Be Your Own Best Basque, BYOPintxos.

August and September are the official calm months in wine retail land, a period of relative ease where we swap getting flogged in the warehouse for getting even more flogged than usual in the bar. It’s some life. In huge news for alfresco wine consumption we’re about to have a parklet built out the front of Dan’s. The council have already lovingly remarked the road, a vision of space that has everyone who works here shopping for more supportive footwear. Can’t wait. We’ve got a coupla new events lined up to fully christen the spot, more on those next week but be ready.

Onto more pressing matters. A range of hypothetical situations that you may or may not have/will find yourself in.

You know that feeling when you can’t decide whether you’d like white, skinsy or red and you also can’t be bothered pouring all three into a glass to perform your own bench blending? Remi has you sorted.

A huge lunch with m8s that demands pink wine but you don’t really feel like the Blossom Hill that the person at the end of the table brought (who also happens to be only drinking other people’s wine). SOMOS is the answer.

Mum doesn’t drink Chardy but you want Chardy but fortunately Mum doesn’t speak a lick of Français. Mon dieu! J’adore!

Fired up the grill, esky is empty, tears are flowing, the offie only has Jammy Red Roo… Be The One.

I sincerely hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed scribing.

You know what else I enjoy? A Wednesday night wine tasting! More info below.

Enjoy xxx