If drinking wine was a sport, I would be a gold medallist. I am very, very good at it.
That’s why I feel a deep yearning to go to wine mecca. In the same way marathon runners line up to get to Hawaii, wine lovers dream of South Australia.
I have been to the Barossa and guzzled ballsy, old vine shiraz but that’s just entry level stuff. I have also been to Kangaroo Island but that’s like visiting New Jersey and saying you’ve been to Manhattan.
I need to get myself to McLaren Vale, Fleurieu Peninsula, Adelaide Hills, Adelaide plains and just about everywhere else in that glorious state where you can successfully grow a grapevine.
I moonlight at a wine bar and a lot of what crosses my ‘desk’ is from South Australia. I feel like it’s trying to send me a message; a postcard urging me to come and visit; a scented note hinting at untold pleasures.
So this is my plea, South Australia. You want me, I want you, let’s do this.