Dashing designer Duncan Quinn, aka DRIVEN’s own 007, recently got his gloves on the DB9, Aston Martin‘s iconic sports GT. Of course, being DQ, he also happened to be staging a wine dinner with a James Bond theme. Read on to hear how the dapper half lives…

Auric Goldfinger.

A dinner with wines from Goldfinger and an Aston Martin DB9 to get us there

Arch criminal.  Teetotaler. Proffer of fine wines to James Bond.

More than a few first-class bottles appear in Fleming’s book Goldfinger.

And we’d long had the idea to step into Bond’s drinking shoes for the night and see if we could fill them.


With the same booze.

Which we did the other night, along with a five-course tasting menu courtesy of Michelin-starred chef Brad Farmerie of NYC’s Saxon + Parole.

A private room at Saxon + Parole and a Michelin-starred chef

Private room. Private company.

Black tie. Martinis shaken not stirred.

And a little Aston Martin in the mix—why not arrive like Bond to boot?

In a word: epic.


A Bentley may well have been the motor of choice of Fleming’s Eton-educated Bond, but Cubby Broccoli’s milkman from Edinburgh began with a preference for Astons.

And despite the odd dalliance over the years, the DB mark still seems to be the screenshot of choice.

The DB9 is the big sister to the sublime Vanquish we drove in LA

Hence the Aston Martin DB9.

Big sister to the sublime Vanquish that we cleaned the cobwebs out of in LA not so long ago.

And although the DB9 is built a little more for comfort than speed, she’s no slouch.


In fact, it would be a crime to suggest so.

When you plant your right foot, the spitfire-like V12 spools up into life, catapulting you up the road with more than enough oomph to relocate your spleen.

More than enough oomph to relocate your spleen

And like all true GT cars, the oomph just keeps coming until you’re so far past the speed limit you may as well just keep going and not look back.

Agile in the same way that a large cat defies inertia, the huge Pirelli boots she wears guarantee she’s glued to the road.


It’s all about the journey, not just the destination.

With more horses than Saxon & Parole, she seemed the perfect steed in which to arrive, tuxedo’d up to the max to imbibe and inspire the lucky few with a few tall tales of Bond-like prowess out in the woods of upstate New York—we took the scenic route, obviously…


Photos © Lucas Noonan

Aston Martin DB9:  ***** The name’s Bond, James Bond

Goldfinger:  ***** Fleming at the height of his powers

Saxon & Parole:  ***** Horsey victuals fit for a Grand National winner