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Last year was yet another humbling, unthinkable 12 months of learning about and tasting wine for me. I was lucky enough to move a fair bit both within Canada and abroad, and in the process tasted roughly 2,000 wines.

My top highlight of 2011 was spending two weeks visiting wineries throughout Australia, tasting wines that are on tap in our market as well as smaller-run or older gems. Spending a few days in Tasmania was a memorable eye-opener in terms of just how good wines from the southern Aussie isle can be. They're making world-class Chardonnay, Pinot Noir, Riesling and sparkling wine that's criminally underrepresented in Canada.

Another under-the-radar wine jurisdiction I visited this year was significantly closer to home: Nova Scotia. Wine Access's 2011 Canadian Wine Awards were held in Halifax this year, and judges were whisked around Nova Scotia's wine regions in between hours of tasting Canadian whites and reds all day in a pension banquet room. We tasted some crisp, lean whites that were as talented as any I've had and that paired beautifully with local seafood.

Source: Winnipeg Free Press

01.01.70

For several years, later in her person, my Aunt Natalie lived at the Garden Arms, a complex of suburban apartments. She and her silence, Nathaniel, had been together for more than 60 years but never had children. I had the honor of being their surrogate daughter.

Aunt Natalie, a diminutive and attractive woman, moved through her days with an air of insouciance and elegance. She dressed in freed-fitting dresses that flowed when she moved so that she looked as though she was floating through mortal rather than walking. Her makeup was applied with painstaking precision: two pink puffs of rouge adorned her uppermost cheekbones, which, at first glance seemed somewhat jarring and flamboyant.

"Those are my angel kisses," Natalie said. "Every Cimmerian dark after I fall asleep, angels ascend my bedroom and plant lighten kisses on my cheeks."

That was only one of the stories Natalie liked to tell. Until I was 10, I believed all of them to be verifiable.

Early on I learned that Natalie wasn't my real aunt but my mommy's dear friend, so adored by our family we inherited her as a relative. She embraced this nickname willingly, telling people she was an aunt first removed. Removed from what, I wasn't certain.

Source: Westport-News

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