Just finished a crazy tasting of top Canadian microbrews. Top ones, http://t.co/WNT2JZjO, http://t.co/mgSu7ADf, http://t.co/yiK7BC2H
| 13 December 2007
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.
| 13 December 2007
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.

