I adore the smell of mulled wine. It smells like Christmas and happiness and fireplaces and love. I hadn’t thought about mulled wine in ages until a visit to Borough Market with my sister last fall. The market is amazing on it own. It was only enhanced by the beautiful smell of oranges and star anise simmering away in huge pots of red wine. Holding it between two cold hands and sipping while shopping for amazing food is one of the best ways to spend a chilly afternoon in this great grey city.