DISCLAIMER: If at any point during this point I sound like a braying arse, I apologise. It's the subject matter - honest.

I went to a wine tasting last night. The residual student in me was squealing internally "Free booze! Free booze!" while the young urban professional part of my brain was desperately trying to contort my features into an interrogative, judicious frown. I'm just here to pick up a few bottles for the cellar, my face was supposed to say: I taste £93 bottles of Krug all the time!

As it was, I insisted that Boyfriend (who had acquired the tickets free through work) and I try all the champagne and as much of the dessert wine as humanly possible, as these are my two vinous vices.

Taste in wine is an odd thing - I can't get on with dry whites and most reds, as my cripplingly strong sweet tooth revolts. (Without the cruelly judgemental eye of society, I would probably drink alcopops and shandy down the pub, as they rarely provide a good selection of Gewurtztraminers and Rieslings). I've learned to appreciate a decent Beaujolais thanks to my parents' affection for holidaying there, given the slightest chance... but my true love is the dessert wine.

And there were some beauties on offer last night - their stall cunningly positioned next to the foie gras supplier. Sadly, I can't find the best one on the Majestic wine website, depriving this whole entry of its utility, really. The Peter Lehmann Botrytis Semillon was pretty good too, despite the other wines from the range tasting of precisely nothing. I'm still not sure I'd want to drink it with smoked salmon as the website recommends. Pass me the Stilton instead.

We also tried some ridiculously expensive Johnnie Walker Blue, which I can't abide. To me it tastes the way all alcohol you snuck from your parents' cupboard did - raw and yet strangely sickly. As for the £93 Krug - yes, it was good, but I can't get over the fact that Jeffrey Archer has Krug and shepherd's pie parties at Christmas. It's the kind of branding you'd pay millions to avoid.