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Doing it by the Numbers

Doing it by the Numbers

Paul Taggart takes a look at a fancy, new piece of kit that could make wine judges obsolete. The tasting team at WineNZ is a great bunch of guys – but when we take a lunch break at the EIT café they hoover up the […]

The Advantages of Having $3 Billion

The Advantages of Having $3 Billion

Balloons over Sileni Booster has made five winery acquisitions in the past two years. Paul Taggart caught up with the group’s boss to learn more about the business’ big picture strategy. No-one is in a better position to judge the financial viability of a large […]

Scott House

Scott House

Tucked away in the middle of Marlborough vineyards or behind tall windbreak hedges are some stylish houses like Allan and Cathy Scott’s. Charmian Smith discovers the family home of one of Marlborough’s wine pioneers. A comfortable but gracious family home. Opposite Allan Scott’s Twelve Trees restaurant and […]

Midas Touch

Midas Touch

The WineNZ tastings are set up so the result can only be influenced by what’s in the glass. It is impossible for those of us involved to have favourites – wines that might do a little better than they otherwise would because we know the […]

Tastings – Chardonnay

Tastings – Chardonnay

Joining the Criminal Class

Joining the Criminal Class

Stuart Nash – happy to send us all to jail. Judith Collins – shameless self promoter. Commissioner Bush – very poor judgment. Many of us use a shotgun to keep the birds off the grapes or take a rifle along on a cathartic hike in […]

A Dash of Lemon

A Dash of Lemon

My uncle took pride in his French ancestry, despite dilution by more than a dozen generations of English blood since the Huguenots fled the St Bartholomew’s Day massacres by French Catholics. Ironic, it might seem in hindsight, that he should have embraced the mechanised symbol […]

Last Word

Last Word

Bilge in Jam Jars How hard can it be to make a decent cup of coffee? I was in a café the other day, and I had a cuppa that tasted like dirt and served in a jam jar. The last time I was sold […]