Thankfully older than the wine she drank, the affair began with a sneaky sip of mums ever bland and dangerously drinkable Pinot Gris. Straight out of school, infatuation hit in joyously across many a BYO table, a luxury for the first year student, where the wine was as cheap as the mi goreng. Through love, heart break and all nighters, it stayed by her side, and she stayed by it, waiting patiently for a pay day where they were often bought together again, even before the well over due shampoo. Disheartened by the prospect seven years of study, debt and wine inferior to double browns, she threw in the towel and finally committed to a new life with wine, with 1,368 lovers.
Here is her journey to get oh so very intimate with each.