The fabulous grape that is Furmint is gaining more and more fans outside its homeland in northeastern Hungary. It can deliver appealing wines in just about every style you can think of. From juicy, crisp deliciousness-in-a-glass at its entry level – sometimes blended with a little Hárslevelű in this category, as in Füleky’s Fülöp, The […]
Fri 12 Mar 2021 09.00 EST
Regular readers of this column may recall that I was talking about wine descriptions a couple of weeks back and said I couldn’t understand why the word “lush” wasn’t used more often. Admittedly, it wouldn’t be part of your average Master of Wine’s lexicon, but if someone tells me a wine is lush, I want to try it. And not just because I live in Bristol, where “gert lush” is the ultimate term of approbation.
Anyway, having recently tasted a lot of whites I regarded as lush, I thought it might be an appropriate topic to return to for Mother’s Day. Not that I am suggesting for a second that your mother is a lush, even if she does have a glass every night – I wouldn’t blame her, given the unremitting tedium of the past 12 months.