Wine runs in my veins and in my family. I am surrounded by wine snobs, fiends, lovers, and drinkers. When I met David Rothschild during one of the afterparties at Pure and asked him whether he belonged to THE Rothschilds (as in the ones on the wine labels), he said yes, those were his drunk cousins. I instantly felt a connection to him besides him being obviously very charming – I had drunk cousins too! One is even working on a vineyard in her garden and while its harvest will be strictly limited to family members only, I don’t think that will do, because I know that my number of drunk cousins beats David’s number of drunk cousins.