Have you noticed? It's rosé madness out there. Truly, the blushed wines are being poured at a feverish rate. And last night, I had some really piss poor rosé last night. I could almost suspect it was a faux wine by the palest of color. It was if the winemaker was focused on the color and not a wine. But that is the way it is in the world, whether Provence of Ribera. So, with it fresh in my mind, I decided to repost a Feiring Line Newsletter story from a few years back.
Remember, when you drink a wine, the color really should mean something.