The CollectEve

The clink of glasses and clatter of ice buckets as I opened the door briefly preceded a hum of conversation that seemed to have its own electric current. I wasn’t late – a couple of minutes early, even – but already the room was full. Unusual, for a trade tasting in London. I usually try to arrive right at the start of the tasting because that’s when the room is empty, and I can get a head start without having to elbow my way...