Join me for a sunny morning visit to Gallay Pincé’s vineyards in Hungary’s Bükk Wine Country. Here, Roland Borbély and his family are creating exceptional wines in an all but forgotten region.
Thoughts and notes from the first ever Tokaj Fair.
Interview with writer Jennifer Walker, an expert on travel, art and culture in Budapest, Hungary’s dynamic capital.
While they reside in Germany, their winery Tokaj Classic produces some of the most luxurious Aszú around (Wine Spectator has given them multiple 90+ scores).
Famous for its thermal bath and wine cellars, the village of Bogács has long been a countryside escape for holidaying Hungarians. The village is located in northeast Hungary, in Borsod-Abaúj-Zemplén county and has a population of 2,700.
Tokaj comes to life this April 21st with a series of events showcasing the area’s best producers and celebrating the wines that have made this small region a must on any winelover’s list.
What do world-class wines, beautiful people and luxurious settings have in common? At VinCE Budapest, last week, all three converged creating a feast for the senses. Set in the five-star Corinthia Hotel, this annual wine show showcased some of Hungary’s best vintners along with a few foreign contingencies to boot. From vivid, mineral rich whites to soulful reds, I experienced a diverse spread of Magyar made wine. Over 160 exhibitors participated and some of the industries big names were on hand for masterclasses and lectures over three days.
Spring is here. That means warmer weather, lighter spirits and the most prestigious wine event in Central Europe, the VinCE Budapest Wine Show.
Steeped in legend and cultural heritage, the Hortobágy is part of the Alföld Great Plain, the largest semi-natural grassland in all of Europe. This place combines an almost eerie stillness with vast open space, and big skies which conjure up America’s wild west.
Last summer I stopped writing. I stopped taking photos, exploring Hungary and sharing it with the world. I stopped creating. These things happen. Last summer was a season of sweat and concrete. Literally wheel barrow loads full of both. I became well acquainted with my father-in-law’s ‘furik’ or depending where you’re from, ‘talicska’.