Taking cognisance of Vin Cognito

If I told you a story about Jancis, an alleyway, a hatchet, a hooded stranger, and garlic on a foul dark night, you might think that I was flailing at an attempt to write a particularly poor piece of Mills and Boon-like wine fiction. 

If I told you that it was one half of the story behind Vin Cognito, you might still think I was making it up. 

Someone called James first popped into my inbox in early 2016, very politely asking if we might add Vin Cognito as a stockist for a couple of wine reviews just published. He...