I once lost a bet and had to take three friends to lunch at Hotel du Cap-Eden Roc d’Antibes. It’s an exquisite village sitting on a cliff above the Med. Picasso lived and sculpted there. As we worked our way through the menu, I was introduced to several versions of local rosé. All were fruity and voluptuous. Pure bliss. Four hours and several bottles later, my friend Serge looked at me, raised a glass, and drunkenly said, “Hey, Kev, la vie est belle, non?” (life is good, right?). Very good indeed. The “La Vie” is my tribute to that moment and to my loveable Parisian friend. Vive la Provence!