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Oz? Oz? I'm coming to get you Ozwald...

Oz? Oz? I'm coming to get you Ozwald...

First it was Hugh Johnson’s priceless garden antique  and now it’s Michael Broadbent’s bicycle. Yes, dear readers, a crime-wave seems to be sweeping over Britain’s most revered wine writers.

Back in March this year,  Mr Johnson had a 17th century astronomical sphere  ”half inched” from his Essex garden. Johnson, the legendary glass sniffer, lives in Saling Hall in the village of Great Saling and often opens up his gardens to the proletariat (God bless yer Guvnor). A reward has been offered but no news yet…

The tale of Broadbent’s bike is, with respect to Lord Hugh, a little more distressing. Stolen from his garage at the beginning of June, Broadbent describes the bike as “a very old white Dutch ladies bike with a basket on the front and back”. Ladies bike Michael?

The bike was regularly featured in Broadbent’s Decanter column and was so beloved that those nice chaps at Decanter clubbed together to buy him a colourful branded bicycle helmet. Unfortunately that was stolen as well.

So, who’s next? On the recent BBC4 show about Berry Bros,  Jancis Robinson was seen pointing her pink Flip camera at unsuspecting winemakers. I’m worried what signals this may have sent out to Britain’s criminal underworld. You could get £20 for that Flip from Monkey Joe at Kentish Town West. Watch out Jancis.

What’s absolutely certain is that no one could possibly steal Malcolm Gluck’s ego. I mean, where would you find a getaway van big enough?

Harry Potter is about to return to the big screen again, and it’s fair to assume that we’ll get another two hours of tedium until we get to the good bit at the end where Dumbledor is killed by Snape. (SPOILER ALERT!! I’ve just spoiled it!)

Anyway, I knew there had to be a wine theme in the Hogwarts “licensed to print money” Express and thank god for YouTube for providing me with an excuse to nail Harry Potter as a tag.  Come on Google – do your stuff and double my traffic to 4 uniques this month.

The video below shows a pretty awesome piece of innovative musical interpretation – the Harry Potter theme tune played on WINE GLASSES!

Practitioners of this kind of wine glass music are often referred to as Wine Harpists despite the fact that their instrument seems to have far more in common with a xylophone. Maybe the latter is too difficult a word to spell after a couple of glasses of Hoch, so they plumped for “harp” instead?

Anyway, here you go muggles:

Want some more? Oh go on then….

The Wine Society committee take questions from members at their AGM

The Wine Society committee take questions from members at their AGM

My dear friends at The Wine Society recently tweeted an announcement about their 2008 Bordeaux en primeur offer.  I clicked on the link and was, as ever, impressed with what I saw. So I tweeted back to ask for some recommendations.

I waited for a reply. I waited some more. I’m still waiting.

Alas, The Wine Society is one of those business’s whose twitter page erects a big “talk to the hand” sign to anyone who want’s to start a conversation.  I’m afraid they offer little more than an infrequent stream of sales messages & news updates and, judging by the stream, the Society has yet to publicly engage with any of the 1500 tweeps that follow it.

That’s a lot of followers to ignore. Wowzers.

It’s ironic that Britain’s most highly revered co-operative wine merchant remains a society without community.  Of all the UK merchants they remain uniquely placed to take advantage of social commerce and they’ll no doubt get there in the end – but it will be by accident rather than by design.

Oh, and despite my eternal frustrations with the old duffers, I’m still going to grab myself a case of Chateau Angludet. They remain the best Wine Merchant in town. Damn them!

I’m sure we’ve all stared at the bottom of a Tequila bottle and thought “Why is there a worm in there?”. But that’s nothing compared to what United States Customs officers found when conducting a routine inspection recently.

Yes, your eyes do not decieve you – this here is “snake wine”. No, it’s not a brand extension for Cobra (the popular curry house lager), it’s a truly bizarre collection of venomous snakes mixed with alcohol and stuffed into some glass bottles.

It's a slithery little number with hints of venom

It's a slithery little number with hints of venom

Apparently, the practice of producing this “snakes in alcohol” drink originated in Vietnam and is popular in Southeast Asia. Officials said the entire snake is submerged in the alcohol, often with insects or other animals such as turtles.

Sounds yummy. Check out your local specialist wine shop and ask for the “under the counter” stuff.

Read the full story here

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I could drink the hind legs of a horse

I could drink the hind legs of a horse

18452Question: What do Laithwaites, Sunday Times Wine Club, Telegraph Wine Service, Natwest Wine Club, British Airways Wine Club, Warehouse Wines, Avery’s, and (pause for breath!) Virgin Wines have in common?

Answer: They are all owned by Direct Wines, the behemoth of the UK wine by the case market.

Founded upon one man’s passion for Bordeaux in the 1970’s, the company rose triumphantly into a £250m business, effectively writing the rules for delivering wine directly to peoples homes. It was an amazing success story.

But in recent years the company hasn’t found life so easy. Cost cutting, a recruitment freeze and a management cull leading predictably to this years posting of a £5.5m loss.

They remain a privately owned business so do not need to stand in front of a pack of blood hungry shareholders at an annual AGM. But if they did, they would no doubt explain away their malaise by pointing towards the recession, the weak pound and increasing prices.

All of which are valid but they do not tell the full story.

Having spent some time with the business in 2004 it was clear then that the company was at a turning point as it struggled to come to terms with a new competitive and technological environment.

The decline of Direct Wines boils down to three simple truths.

1) The business model that has served them so well for 30 years is now broken.

Direct Wines are a traditional direct marketing operation. They get you to buy an introductory case at a ludicrously low price and then try to get you to buy another case at a higher price.  If enough customers convert to the higher priced cases, they then make a profit.

Unfortunately, not enough people are “trading up”. Not surprising considering that, through their omnipresent marketing, they’ve educated the public into believing a deal is always available.

In this sense they are no better than the supermarkets who they claim to stand apart from. They’ve done as much to commodatise wine as say, Tesco, have.

2) Their wines might not be quite what their customers think they are.

Laithwaites sing proudly about the exclusivity of their wines and the fact that the products cannot be found in the supermarkets.  They invite you to believe the notion that their buyers travel the world to find real wines from real winemakers.  Direct from the vineyard.

However, could it be the case that customers have got a little wiser to what’s actually in the bottle?. Take the recent qualification added to the video of  Il Papavero on their website -

Because Giuliani (winemaker) sources grapes from all over Italy, national wine regulations demand that Il Papvero be labelled a “Vino De Tavola” however “hiding behind its humble Vino de Tavola status is a red full of the warmth of Italy” (Sunday Times)

So, each year they find the some grapes at the right price from wherever they can get them and then make the wine in any given location and ship it to England. Nothing wrong with that at all, but is it really what Laithwaites customers have been led to believe over the past 20 years?

I wonder how many other wines on Laithwaites best selling list would reveal similar stories to Il Papvero?

3) Somewhere along the way it lost it’s love of wine

Direct Wines is first and foremost a direct marketing operation. The model was genius, but it became all about the model and they forgot about the product. In recent years they might as well have been selling widgets.

The company now has a new management team in place, with much of the old guard making way for new kids on the block.

Can it survive? Of course it can. But it needs to demonstrate innovation pretty soon. The brand is an irrelevance to the next generation of wine drinkers but has enough equity in it’s existing customer base to provide a platform for either regeneration or a slow painful death.

So how do they turn it around? Over to you…

"The simple act of holding a drink displays a lot more about us than we realise - or might want to divulge.

Depending on how you roll, you may find the following an insightful study of the human condition or just another example of  a media organisation falling for some hokey PR promoting a commercial pub franchise.

It turns out that a consultant psychologist was commissioned by the Walkabout bars to observe the body language of 500 drinkers in order to classify them into personality types.

Eight personality types were identified. These were: the flirt, the gossip, fun lover, wallflower, the ice-queen, the playboy, Jack-the-lad and browbeater.

So, which one are you?

Here’s my own inimitable take on this nonsense (to read the BBC’s version take a look here) -

The Flirt

You hold your glass daintily but aren’t afraid to use it provocatively, maybe positioned over your cleavage to focus your prey on your comely assets. Not adverse to “teasing” the rim of your glass with your finger you may even (depending on how much you’ve drunk) dip said finger in your drink and suck it dry.

If this is you, you aren’t really a flirt, you are more likely to be a whore.

The Gossip

You a woman who clusters together with your friends, mostly to talk critically about other people.  You hold your wine glass firmly by the bowl (didnt’ you go to finishing school?), to use as a gesticulating weapon of gossiptry.

You lean over your drink towards your close knit social circle (coven) in order to speak conspiratorially.

In other words you’re two faced and still exist in the playground.

The Fun Lover

Like Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins, you love to laugh, you sociable and convivial little furball.

It’s all about bottled drinks and small sips, a strategic option so that you can butt into conversations with jokes only you and your mother find funny.

You hold the bottle loosely at its shoulder for ease.

The Wallflower

You are a shy, submissive person. You hold your glass protectively because you know that everyone is out to get you.

Your glass is your social crutch. Christ, you may even drink through a straw so that you can spend the evening fidgeting with the bendy bit. You make your drink last the whole bloody evening for fear of having to go to the bar yourself and actually talk to someone.

Loser!

The Ice Queen

You drink from a wine glass, held firmly in a barrier position across the body so as to deter intimate approaches. Your style is cold and defensive

It’s a waste of time approaching you, which makes me wonder what the hell are you doing in the Walkabout? This is the destination for ape-men and knicker-droppers.

What are you hiding, Ice Queen?

The Playboy

Firstly your ego has problems fitting into anything smaller than a large planet. You’d consider yourself a modern day “Don Juan” except you think that Don Juan plays left back for Chelsea.

Your lack subtlety (class) and consider your bottle to be a phallic prop, playing with it suggestively. You can be quite tactile – lets face it, you’re a letch and thoroughly unlikeable.

The Jack The Lad

You’re conscious of your casual image and will drink a bottled beer, or cider. Wine is for “poofs”

You’re arrogant, and territorial in your gestures, spreading yourself (and your beer gut) over as much space as possible.

You’re loyal to your mates as long as they are sycophants (look it up).

The Browbeater

You are an utter tosser. You prefer large glasses or bottles that allow you to gesticulate in the most threatening manner possible.

You are a “know-it-all” who knows nothing. You target your jokes at other people and react badly at any aimed at you. You are to be approached with great care, or not at all.

Conclusion?

Here’s what the expert says:

“The simple act of holding a drink displays a lot more about us than we realise – or might want to divulge… to a large extent, it’s an unconscious thing and just reflects the person you are and the type of social relationships you have.”

So, with that contradictory summation, lets raise a glass to PR!

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An easy one for you this week, but please do try to keep it wine related. Former Miss Australia Erin McNaught(y) stars in this ad for winemakers Cockatoo Ridge… Hmmmm.

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I am a Bacchus Drinker, Oh arr oh arr aay, Oh arr oh arr aay...

I am a Bacchus Drinker, Oh arr oh arr aay, Oh arr oh arr aay...

Cornish vineyard Camel Valley became the only English Vineyard to win a gold medal at the recent International Wine Challenge. Yes you’ve read it right – Vineyard in Cornwall Wins Award.

 

Being a West Country boy, my youth was spent supping various eyesight destroying pints of Cider. Autumn Gold, Woodpecker, Scrumpy Jack (with a shot of black-current) were my poisons.  Nostalgia has me recall barmy summer evenings of barn dancing to The Wurzels and a rollin’ in the hayloft with Rosie “Buxom” Butterball. 

But now Cornwall has decided to cater for the more sophisticated palatte.  The award winning tipple is the Bacchus White Wine and although Bacchus is not a grape variety known for producing great wine, it seems to have found a natural home among the slow-ripening conditions of south-west England. 

The success is also a testament to the efforts of Bob and Sam Lindo. the father-and-son team that run the 20 year old vineyard near Bodmin.  With the help of five other workers, the team produces 100,000 bottles each year and is a real hands-on operation, right down to the bottling of the wine.

Described by the Times as “England’s Answer to Sancerre”, you can buy the award winner direct from the Camel Valley website. They’ve been fairly upfront about the fact they’ve added a £1 to the price of the wine in an attempt to conserve stocks. And while this makes for a fairly pricey £12.95 a bottle, this particular West Country boy feels it’s an enterprise worth supporting

 

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