A few years back, I tasted my first granita. Today, with a spoon in one hand, a brioche in the other, a grin from ear to ear and a heaped-high glass of the stuff placed just beneath my nose, I concur: I am a self-confessed granita addict. I am an utter freak, both fiend and fanatic for this iciest of confections. 

If you too have delighted in tasting granita, I am sure you will agree that whilst ice, sugar and various flavourings are indeed the tangible ingredients that come together in the making of this ingeniously simple receipt, its foremost flavour, the one in which we savour and salivate over at the mere mention of the word, is the taste of summer.