Fun fact: In a previous life, I worked at an indie wine shop off Chancery Lane, where training was taken so seriously I had to take exams (WSET Level 1, baby!)
There aren't many transferable skills between flogging Barolo to barristers and beauty journalism. But, one I've noticed is the language of wine and that of the best perfumes for women. Both employ illogical-sounding descriptors that - I think - mostly allow those in the know to demonstrate superiority over those who don't.
