Ah, the nauseous buzz of Sambuca shots, the soothing sounds of the construction from next door's half-built hotel...okay, holidays aren't always a sure-fire aphrodisiac, but assuming you're accustomed to the more sensuous side of travel I'm sure you've all got a few fond memories - and if not then I really recommend that you book yourself onto the next flight to Santorini.

There’s absolutely no denying it; the most famous of all Greek islands is a hotbed for love. And when you catch sight of the shocking blue waters of the Aegean Sea and the caldera (the flooded crater created by a volcanic eruption 3,500 years ago), you'll appreciate why it's in a league of its own when it comes to romance.

And it is for precisely that reason why I have ended up on the island - to celebrate my university friend Jas' big fat Greek wedding.

Myself, and the rest of the wedding party, are staying in the ultra-gorgeous Oia, Santorini's star village. I'm utterly smitten with the vista but I am even more smitten with my accommodation, I’m staying in the hippest and chicest sugar-cubed hideaway in the cliffs called OIA BLUE. It’s positively Zen-like.

We’ve got a few days before the nuptials, so yesterday I decided to do the tourist thing. I had visions of a chic afternoon exploring the glorious architecture of the city, looking really chic in my newly bought Pucci neckscarf and being chatted up by a rich American tourist but sadly I didn't end up anywhere half as exotic as I thought I might, I ended up in Fira.

The town centre wasn't quite what I had in mind when I was dreaming of my perfect afternoon but there is one reason why you absolutely must visit Santorini's capital: the breathtaking cable-car ride down to the old port. The cable car soars off the edge of the volcano and floats down past extraordinary rock formations. Not only is the scenery stunning, it’s one of the wildest white-knuckle rides I’ve been on!

After being flung about in a rather unsettling manner, I was ready for a stiff drink or two, so I joined the Santorini Private Wine Tour in the hope of a very large bucket of wine. The tour was very educational and Vaois, the Sommelier, was a wealth of information and made the tour really enjoyable (though that could have been down to all of the delicious local Vinsanto wine I consumed). Nevertheless, I would certainly recommend it, if only to find out Vaois’s secret to making the best tzatziki outside of Greece.

I wobbled back to Oia and joined the rest of the wedding guests and we went for dinner in Pyrgos village at a gem of a restaurant called Selene. I promise you, I am not saying this through rosé wine-tinted glasses but you MUST try the sea urchin and artichoke salad. Delicious.

Today, Jas and I are going to have a girly time together before she ties the knot and drops off the face of the earth (well, crater in this case) into married life never to be seen by us single-folk again. We're off to Palea Karmeni to have a mud bath in the natural warm water of the volcanic island. Apparently it has healing properties, so I am hoping it might help cure my hangover, which is raging this morning after a night knocking back the ouzo with some of Jas' future-husband's very attractive groomsmen.

Well, I need to dash and meet the bride-to-be but I am already thinking Santorini is outrageously sexy and I can’t wait to see more of the island and after flirting with the best man last night, I'm hoping that I might end up with my very own Greek God...