|Who knew rosé could be this pale or this good?|
I loved this passage from Paris Letters by Janice MacLeod, the chapter called “My Rosé-Colored Glasses of Summer” when she’s in Paris during the summer:
“Rosé is a refreshing young wine with hints of floral and grapefruit. And it’s light as lace.”
She goes on:
“In the United States and Canada, wine lovers scoff at the stuff. You’re having white Zinfadel?! But here on the streets of Paris? Rosé was an honored beverage, a perfect combination of the reds of a cold winter and the refreshing whites of a hot summer. And Parisians were clip-clopping in their shiny open-toed sandals to the nearest bar to partake in this refreshing pleasure. It became so popular in France that in 2008, it surpassed white wine sales. This was a big deal. The French aren’t into change. At all. But they seem tickled by this pink potion.
“Even big burly men with bellies out to *here* maneuvered themselves into sunny seats on crowded patios to sip dainty glasses of rosé while conversing about the president, women, the economy, and that whole mess. Je crois this and je crois that. “I believe” everyone had a different opinion on everything in the Eurozone, but we all agreed that rosé was where it was at when it came to summoning sunshine.”
|If you have a chance to buy a bottle of this, I highly recommend it!|
I have to admit it has been a very long time indeed since I had rosé. My experience with it goes back to when I was 21 and trying to decide if I liked wine at all. Since then I’ve discovered that I like wine a lot, thank you very much, but I have never returned to the rosé I tried all those years ago when I was first of legal drinking age.
A few days after I read that passage I was at my local wine store and saw that they had cases of rosé right up front near the register. I thought, It’s June, nearly summer, this is exactly what Janice was talking about. I picked up the bottle then put it right back. Wouldn’t white just be better? Then I noticed it was the lightest rosé I had ever seen. The palest of pinks, just a hint of pink! After my recent petal pink post, how could I not give it a whirl? The very pretty gal at the counter told me she’d tasted it and liked it. “It’s good. It’s dry. You should try it.”
I decided she was right. And Janice was right too because this particular rosé is as light as lace and wonderful, not sweet at all, and it does indeed seem like the essence of summer. So move over prosecco and limoncello (well not too far, you know I love you too), I may have found my new summer drink!
|I tried rosé strictly on Janice’s recommendation.|
Tell me what you think of rosé wines, if you drink them! Any particular wineries I should look for?
I raise my glass of rosé to you and wish you a very happy start to your summer!