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“Quince, honeyed citrus, a thread of chalk. Drinks like a slow Sunday.”

A small wine bar and merchant on the corner in Stockbridge. The list changes every fortnight; the welcome doesn't.
Eight by the glass. Eight again next Tuesday. We open every bottle ourselves and we'll talk you through any of them — that's the whole point.
“Quince, honeyed citrus, a thread of chalk. Drinks like a slow Sunday.”
“Bruised apple, almond skin, dried thyme. Hums under hard cheese.”
“Beeswax, dried apricot, salted preserved lemon. Polarising. We love it.”
“Wild strawberry, garrigue, a savoury finish that asks for olives.”
“Pomegranate, blood orange, smoky volcanic minerality. Chill it down.”
“Sun-dried tomato, rose petal, fine grippy tannin. The thinking person's nebbiolo.”
“Black cherry, pepper, a warm fireside finish. Always a safe pour.”
“Apricot jam, marmalade, lifted acidity. The proper end to an evening.”

“A good wine list ought to read like a guidebook — not a catalogue. We try to keep ours that way.”
Boards are built each morning from George Mewes, IJ Mellis and a handful of Scottish makers we love. Tell us what you're drinking — we'll pick the right cuts.

Built for two, generous for three. The full editorial.
Pair-by-pair, walked through by whoever's on the floor.
Three Scottish cheeses, all from within ninety miles.
For solo Wednesdays at the bar. Small, considered.
Wednesday nights, eight seats only. £35, walked through six wines and the stories behind them.
Mixed cases or singles from the shop. Buy the bottle you drank on the table — five pounds off.
Built daily from George Mewes, IJ Mellis, and our own counter. Hand-cut, not pre-portioned.
Free delivery across central Edinburgh on orders over £75. Next-day across Scotland.
Twelve seats, our own room, the wine list opened up to you. Tastings, birthdays, the quiet ones.

“I wanted somewhere people could try the bottle before they bought the case — and somewhere I could open the wines I really wanted to drink, not just the ones that would sell.”
Isla opened Cellar Eight in 2016 after a decade in London restaurants and a year in the Loire. The shop sits on a quiet corner just off Raeburn Place — eighteen seats, a small counter, two hundred bottles on the wall.
Half wine merchant, half neighbourhood bar. The list leans towards growers we've visited and producers who farm carefully. There's always something from the Loire, always something from Etna, and always something nobody's heard of.

The wall behind the bar is the shop. Take a bottle home for the corkage price you paid on the table, build a mixed case, or have a tasting note written for a gift.
“The only place in the city where I've been handed a glass of something I'd never heard of, asked what I thought, and then sold the bottle to take home. No theatre, no lecture — just proper hosting.”
The bar is first-come, first-served. Tables and private hire by reservation — best to give us a ring, the corner does fill up by half seven.
| Monday | Closed |
| Tuesday | 17:00 — 22:30 |
| Wednesday | 17:00 — 23:00 |
| Thursday | 17:00 — 23:00 |
| Friday | 16:00 — Midnight |
| Saturday | 12:00 — Midnight |
| Sunday | 12:00 — 21:00 |