So, how far would you go for a drink? I journeyed to a land of scorpions and castrated goats on the trail of a strange beverage called ‘Grk’.
It is a wine with no vowels, grown on vines that have no pollination. I was heading on an adventure to a dazzling Croatian island visited by the wealthiest men on Earth, yet just a budget flight away for the rest of us.
Without realising it at the time, I was joining the multi-million-pound holiday trend of ‘tipple tourism’. I have always found that going on a holiday with a goal makes it like a quest, with all the excitement that entails.
This time it started in a London basement bar called The Phoenix Club on Charing Cross Road, frequented by a few ITV stalwarts. There, I found a bottle of this rare wine.
I’d never heard of Grk, but its story reads like a legend. This delicious white wine is produced against all the odds. It comes from vines that cannot replicate themselves, having only female parts.