Chardonnay mon amour 

I started helping out in the family business when I was 13 during the weekends so my dad could get a couple of free hours to watch my brothers football games. I went to hotel school and was required that every year we would do a month of stage during summer, that’s when I discover how much I loved working in luxury hotels. Doing my best, pushing as much as I could to make the guests happy. When I was 19 I started the Sommelier course and to this day that’s one of my favourite part of my job. Choosing the wines, tasting them, keeping the wine list up to date, orders.. I just love being in the wine cellar taking care of my babies. 

When I started drinking wine, I fall in love with a beautiful Italian Gewurtztraminer, Nussbaumer from the winery Tramin. That tropical sweet aromatic flavour was all I was looking for in a wine. Then I had the occasion to try their  Terminum, the late harvest version of it. It was like honey in a glass. At this day one of my favourite. 

The kind of clientele I get now only drinks two things: white  Burgundy and red Bordeaux. Open one, then another, then another and tasting them all I started appreciated them more and more. 

Last month I’ve been to a big tasting in the city and I had the chance to try an amazing Puligny Montrachet from Remoissenet Pere & Fils. It’s their Premier Cru Les Combettes and I really hope you can get the chance to experience it. It’s smooth, mineral and savoury. “Rabbit loin and Foie Gras” and this wine could be a love match. Pleasure in a glass. 



I always been on the run and always for the same lame reason: love.

My first crush was Lenny, I was 12 and taller than him. Was the years when teenagers were getting their first Nokia 3310 and I was texting him hoping for an answer, I gave him my diary to get him to write something nice on it, instead he throw it from the school bus. What a douche. 
Then my first kiss was Sandy, he was so tall and handsome. I don’t even remember his voice that short our relationship was. 

One morning I was going to Barcelona and on the plane I met him, Harry. He was definitely my first love. I was almost 16 and he was just 13, strange thing for a girl, but you should have seen him. Big blue eyes and blond hair, full lips and he was taller than me and so mature. It was the wrong time and the wrong place. We kissed once, two years after we met, we were not just meant to be. 

Frankie conquered me with his humour. He was just hilarious, I was 18 and he was 26. I always being a crazy one, he told me he was moving to another country and I apply for a visa to go with him. By the time the visa arrived he already had enough of me but I still decided to go on the opposite side of the country he was going. Had the best time of my life. 

But the one that made crumbs out of my heart was Matthew. One night a friend of a friend asked me to work at his place ad someone phoned in sick. I accepted and went for it. I was sitting on a chair outside and here we go, big brown eyes and slightly long hair. I never felt that way with anyone else, when I think of him I still shiver. It was the best and the worst thing that could have ever happened to me. I love the funny side of him and the special bond we have. I can spend months or a year without seeing him, but when we sit down in front of a glass of bubbles, it all comes back. The happiness and the pain. And confuse the shit out of me.