 Most of the importers in Delhi are based in Okhla, which is sometimes difficult to distinguish from the slums. The roads are, when they can be called that, in a serious state of disrepair and the buildings at best inconspicuous. Surprisingly, once you have entered the gates the interiors can often be very nicely appointed. That said, ...selling fine wines here would drive even the Mughal Babur to drink.
Sky high import duties, colossal state taxes, local label registration fees and endemic corruption combine to push bottle prices beyond the reach of normal mortals. All you can do is wag your head, grin and bear it…and pray for a new tomorrow. Except at the golf club, where we had dinner tonight. I still cannot swing a club, only a glass. Comments |
