It's a hot summer day and most Nicosians drive away from the sun-scorched desert towards The Rock's southeastern coast and its crys...

Sweet mother of Jesus, Carles Puyol's head is made of steel. That was my first reaction after the shaggy central defender belted a head...

On Friday I decided to chuck the playbook out the window and improvise. Two wines instead of only one. A small yet festive group of co-tast...

I expected this tasting to be glorious. Cyprus's purported best wine, Spain's tiki-taka, Cristiano Ronaldo's cocky petulance an...

First tasting, first slip. God knows why we cannot follow instructions. If we had been assembling an IKEA bookshelf, we would have ended up...

It sucks living with a scientist. Many Cypriot wives nag about the lack of help they receive at home or the fact that they do not own a cla...

On Sunday night, I was at the French Connoisseur's home watching Germany's demolition of the Australian team of geriatrics when his...

I knew this blog would get me into trouble. I just never expected it to happen this soon. So, without further ado, I introduce to you: ...