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Especially if you're a continental European you can't imagine winter without jugs of mulled wine. That kind of mulled wine that makes the whole house smell like Christmas, perhaps mixed with the warmth of a burning log fire & the hum of Christmas carols. I must admit I do enjoy mulled wine at the German Christmas market in Birmingham - despite it coming in a cup that you have to pay a reservation fee on so your 200ml of an already cold beverage costs a fiver. I still love it. And I can't wait to have one this winter (I could literally go tomorrow when the market opens right, or is that too keen?). Meanwhile I'm gonna cook up my favourite recipe at home - that way I can drink it from those massive soup mugs without people judging me (yes, I'm that kind of person).