Journey to Jouany’s Marrakech
All through childhood, oranges awaited us at the bottom of our Christmas stockings. Every year, a ripe orange, its bittersweet smell emanating from the red felt fabric. No Christmas was complete without the smell of a fresh orange. For more than a…
Dark and Delicious with Blood Concept B
One winter, due to the abrupt loss of a godparent and the subsequent discovery of a gift from a well-known oenophile, we sat in the library of my godfather and drank from a bottle of 1906 Chateau Margaux. It was a ceremonial occasion, filled with a kind…