Now that’s what I call a duty free hall. Last night I passed through terminal two at Paris’ Charles de Gaulle airport on my way back to the UK. It is the way wine should be sold.
It is, of course, designed for the connoisseur – or at least for those, like me, who know their Graves from their Gaillacs.
The hall is divided into red and white wines. Then the wines are displayed according to the region they come from. So, there’s a section for Burgundy, another for Bordeaux, a third for the Loire and so on. Unusually, there was even a decent section for wines from the South West, with Cahors wines particularly well represented.
The upper shelves were reserved for the better, more expensive wines, while the more accessible, cheaper wines were further down. That said, I didn’t see a single wine in sale for less than €10, so ‘cheap’ is most definitely a relative term.
For non-connoisseurs, I can imagine that this wine hall – or oenothèque, as it was billed on the signage – would be quite a daunting experience.
I came away with a couple of wines from, I’m sorry to say, the lower shelves. I had opted to blow my spending money in the city of Paris, rather than at the airport.
But that, as they say, is another story. Or in my case, another post.