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You’ve all heard the current buzz, right? Forty is the new thirty. Fifty is the new forty. Sixty is the new fifty. That’s some pretty nifty math, don’t you think? It puts a little extra pressure on us to look, feel and act younger than we really are — when, let’s face it, there’s a big part of us that would like nothing better than to kick back, relax and shift into the slow lane of life with our grey hairs exposed for all the world to see. It’s kind of nice, though, to feel like we’ve still got an extra decade’s worth of youthful vigour under our hoods.

It can range from the palest pink to a beautiful soft coral to cherry, perhaps with a hue of tangerine or grapefruit. The colour of rosé is the wine’s most romantic, most poetic attribute: it’s been variously described as œil de perdrix (“the partridge’s eye”), vin gris (“grey wine”), blush, Weissherbst (“white harvest”) as well as pelure d’oignon (“onion skin”).

So it stands to reason then that calling rosé “pink” (rose in French) was just too undignified. The French needed a name more suited to the wine’s delicate nature and beautiful colour. Rosé rolls off the tongue with more elegance and finesse than rose. It’s the French word for “rose-coloured” … and it’s probably no coincidence that the French word for “watered” sounds so close: arosé.

What you might ask, could possibly be so different about an Icewine tasting? A few wines, a dialogue leading you through one liquid icon, towards those unique and then aged. Everyone sufficiently impressed — the wines depleted — end of another spectacular evening.

It was instead, a night of delightfully shattered expectations. The venue was the age-worn loft at Inniskillin Wines, the speaker was the bubbly Shari Darling, the subject was her brand new Icewine aroma wheel and she was brazen enough to teach a group of seasoned wine tasters just how it’s done.

“And I sacrificed a goat to St Urbain, the Patron Saint of Wineries.” 

Daniel Speck, owner of Henry of Pelham Winery

Keeping ones sense of humour in light of adversity is always sound judgment. Certainly Daniel’s levity underlines a serious concern for the Ontario wine industry — two years running which saw vines damaged by frosty temperatures dipping below the -20˚C mark. The disagreeable conditions led to reduced crops in table wines, but more importantly Icewine, for both 2003 and 2005.

Over two million Canadians have diabetes.

For thirty-two years I’ve been a card-carrying member of the no-sugar-tonight club. The thing that always surprises people when they find out I’m diabetic is the significant part that food and wine play in my life. Reactions range from the somewhat curious (“How do you manage to do that?”) to the utterly admonishing (“Diabetics shouldn’t drink!” — to which I typically reply: “To your health!” before draining my glass). While the medical world has pretty much conceded that diabetics need not abstain from fermented fruit juice (or other potent potables), the question of what to drink and how much remains an issue.

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