Last month, several dozen MW students went to Bordeaux for their second-year seminar week, just as I did in 2011 (see parts 20 and 21). As I watched the week unfold on Twitter – featuring stories of triumph and disaster during blind tastings, lectures from legends of the wine world, evenings spent at the bar in consolation and camaraderie – a curious sensation arose. I began to miss my time on that section of the course. I actually felt a pang of yearning for those halcyon days before I passed the practical and theory exams.
Because THAT, ladies...