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Guest article by Umberto Gambino, Editor in Chief Wine Reporter

Ten years after opening its doors on 1 June 2016, Noble Rot Wine Bar stands as one of Wellington’s most influential hospitality institutions — a place where deep wine knowledge, technical excellence, and genuine hospitality have shaped a decade of loyal community and national recognition. The origins of Noble Rot are famously humble: two friends, Josh Pointon and Maciej Zimny, met in 2012 while studying for the WSET Diploma, forming a Monday tasting group that still runs today. Their shared obsession with wine — sharpened through study, structured tastings, and a promise made over a bottle of Barolo — eventually led them to the perfect site at 6 Swan Lane, where Noble Rot opened after months of planning, renovation, and sheer determination.

Martinborough is best known for Pinot Noir, but the wider Martinborough Wellington wine region offers a far wider range of styles and cellar‑door experiences than many visitors realise. The district is shaped by four distinct sub‑regions: the Martinborough Terrace, with its free‑draining gravel and classic, structured Pinot Noir; Te Muna Road, where cooler, wind‑exposed terraces produce more aromatic and finely textured styles; Lake Ferry Road where more exposed  sites and deeper more consistently clay soils give more linear red-fruited and floral styles; and Dry River Road where vineyards sit on warm elevated north-facing hillsides with soils composed of silty clay loams deeply infused with ancient marine sediment and limestone, leading to more opulent dark-fruited styles.

Elephant Hill began with a restored Jaguar and has grown into one of Hawke’s Bay’s most ambitious wineries — uniting striking architecture, meticulous winemaking, and a terroir‑driven vision shaped across Te Awanga, Bridge Pa, and the Gimblett Gravels.

As I mentioned in A Wine Lover’s Progress, my return to New Zealand in 2015 after years in Asia marked the beginning of a much deeper engagement with the world of wine than I could ever have predicted. Among the many influences that shaped that journey, none proved more pivotal than my encounter with Michael Hutton, owner with his wife Katie, of Wineseeker — the specialist wine shop on the corner of Wakefield and Victoria Streets that I happened to pass one May afternoon.

Every week I spend time with people who come to wine not for intoxication, but for flavour, connection, and culture. They come because wine gives them a way to explore the world through their senses — to taste landscapes, histories, and decisions. They want to understand why a vineyard faces a certain way, why a family grows the grapes they do, why a wine tastes like the landscape it comes from. They lean in when I pour something unfamiliar. They compare aromas, search for words, and discover that flavour isn’t just chemistry; it’s farming, climate, soil, people, and time. And every week, while I watch people open themselves to that richness, I also watch the public conversation about alcohol become more distorted, more absolutist, and more hostile. What makes me mad is not that public‑health agencies warn about risk — they should. What makes me mad is when they ignore newer evidence, flatten nuance, and cling to outdated conclusions because they fit a narrative. I wrote more generally about this a few weeks ago, but the latest barrage of headlines inspired this closer look behind them.