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We walked up the candlelit stairs to the back porch of the house, where we were transported to the fantastic world of the Merlot grapes. The old met the new as we traveled from the flavours of New Zeeland, to the penetrating tastes of Italy, to the depth of Argentina only to agree (somewhat) that the history embedded in Provence grapes was truly the best of the Merlots. As the night grew darker, the array of wines were tasted (no spitting here though), our conversations became lighter and our laughter (much) louder. It is always impressive how we are continuously able to spend hours on end with a group of friends and still be surprised occasionally (only sweet and pretty things of course...... well, maybe some Gladiators were thrown in). May your next wine tasting be as spectacular as the one we had last night.