Andrew Polmear writes for the love of wine . . .

There was a time when I thought that one of the greatest joys in life was eating Whitstable Royal Native oysters washed down with a glass of Muscadet. I grew up in Whitstable so the oysters weren’t a problem and, back then, nor was Muscadet. It was one of the few French white wines that was everywhere. It didn’t last. My first lecture, as a medical student, on the causes of food poisoning put paid to the oysters and tasting better whites from almost anywhere else showed me that a lot of Muscadet was really pretty ordinary. Continue reading Muscadet is Back →