Introducing the Malteser

So it’s the Malteser, crunchy on the inside and chocolaty on the outside. That is how she was once described in Tuscany; her revelation towards what her life should turn out to be. Way back to the first time I was in Tuscany I felt confused. I just had stepped out of University and all my friends had good jobs they liked or seemed to like. Me? I just couldn't find myself. Until that day in Panzano during the feast for Chianti Classico a few wine makers, a lot of tourists, since then I knew it was all about wine, about the passion for it, about its roots.

So now when I am in the car with a crazy yet lovely Russian girl on one side and firms like Veuve Ambal and Louis Bouillot on the other, commercial yet unreal, I question, What got me here? Surely not my roots directly. I mean my father always supported me in every way he could but he wasn't a wine grower and we used to drink mass produced wine for most of my childhood, so I cannot relate to any of that. Yet when I bring myself to look beyond my tiny room in Dijon, I see where wine got me, a Malteser, from the tiny island of Malta to the core of Burgundy. So here I want to share my thoughts, my feelings and believes, it can be very hard, yet wine will help me translate the message better.

Look for more winey feelings here and share yours with me, or better us!

Just follow your dream... it the most fulfilling emotion you can get... believe in yourself no matter how weird you sound!!!