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Sunday Brief: On Rugged Luxury, Nigel Cabourn, and Making Your Own Tweaks
On modern gentlemen, ergonomics over excess, remembering Nigel Cabourn, and why rugged luxury beats Bond as the style blueprint for grown men.
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Scotch, Smoke and a Better Way
Thursday Night, Not Quite? Old Pulteney is the evening’s muse. This isn’t an endorsement of OP12, though I’m a big fan. Endorsements cost money (hint hint). I’m working on it. It’s a Friday morning—though it feels more like a very late Thursday night. The kids are at the grandparents’, so it’s a date night. A…
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And So, I Drink Wine
Today is a fine day. Not extraordinary, not grand—just fine. Partly because I’m alive and woke up on the right side of the bed, albeit later than usual. 10 a.m. A scandal for someone who leans toward the toxic productivity of pre-dawn starts. But today, there’s no guilt, no hangover—just the mild fuzz of a…
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A Quantum of Solace
Little thoughts… 16:05, It’s the Saturday after Christmas. Quantum of Solace is playing in the background on my MacBook. I’m in my element. I have luxury mince pie, double cream and Tamnavulin Single Malt – American Oak, Sherry Cask. I’m the primary cook around here. It’s my escape, my happy place. Think James Martin meets…
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Blancs de Blancs
The ramblings of a man who drinks champagne – Mostly good/entry level. This post should serve as more of a journal entry. When drinking champagne one does not think in long well formed compound sentences. Champagne is fine grape juice for the monkey mind on nights like this. Tonight’s bottle is a Taittinger special reserve.…
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Grand Cru
I find myself contemplating *No Time to Die* with a “young vintage” bottle of Blanc de Blancs. Now, I don’t pretend to be an expert in champagne—far from it—but I do know when something’s good. And this is good. Even the lovely lady from the internet review agrees, and when the prettier lady upstairs in…
