The arrival of group of Japanese winemakers in London last month was the culmination of three years work aimed at convincing them, and latterly us , that there just might be a future for Japanese wine beyond their island nation. Sake , beer and even schochu we expect, but wine? Most of what has until now passed for wine in Japan has either been imported or grape concentrate fermented in Japan, the latter bearing no more resemblance to the real article than Armani made in Taiwan. Most, but not all.
It’s That Day tomorrow, in case you hadn’t already been browbeaten with more nudge, nudge, wink, wink messages than the flood of spam I receive for erectile disfunction. I normally enjoy the cheesy annual press releases exhorting me to recommend this or that booze as an aid to seduction, but they’ve been disappointingly thin on the ground. So I can’t tickle your fancy with more than notice of a Valentine’s Day Gourmet Food and Wine Masterclass at Vinopolis tomorrow.
As I don't have a piece in this week's Saturday's magazine, which is devoted to a bumper travel issue, it seems timely in the light of Invictus to look back at the South African wine scene before Mandela became President of South Africa. So here, in an occasional series, From the Archive, is my report in the Independent nearly 20 years ago.