Since I began paying more attention to what I was drinking, I realised a few things about what was in my glass. The first is that it's pretty easy to find inoffensive wines locally, but far harder to find interesting ones. The more I drank, the more I felt that too many wines tasted mass-produced. I began to see the supermarket wine shelves as some sort of cellar constructed by
Andy Warhol's minions. There were plenty of ripe oaky reds, ...