An appropriate post as we approach the weekend? See, that is clever positioning for you. You’ll be telling your mates about this in the pub tonight, asking the barman if he knows, wowing the opposite sex with your amazing knowledge.
I first learnt of this word when I visited the D’Arenberg winery in McLaren Vale, South Australia in January. Plastered in chalk across a board in their tasting room, was the invitation to join their Cenosilicaphobic Club – a membership for d’Arenberg imbibers with an active interest in fine wine, particularly aged reds. Intruiged, I asked, and since have been hooked on the word. Whilst I understand this may make me sound a little like an alcoholic, this is not true – I simply enjoy alcohol the way it should be, as a social lubricant.
Like all good things, there is also a Facebook page for all those lovers of this phobia- like it!