My wine journey (and my new-found love of red in particular) actually started on a long-haul flight.  Now I know that the connoisseurs out there will probably tell you that altitude is the worst place to properly taste wine as out taste buds are completely altered up there.  Time after time I had politely declined the crew’s offer of wine with the meal service but on a night flight over the Atlantic, I took a notion to try the red. …