Before the light beer, the whiskey and the gin craze we are currently enjoying, there was Rosé. The prettiest drink on the shelf and the entry point wine for most of us entering the stage of adulthood where you’re expected to bring a bottle of wine to dinner. Maybe you were sixteen and just sneaked a bottle of wine from home to drink with your friends together from plastic cups as you imagined your futures, somewhere far away, living your best lives.
What is it about Rosé that evokes such strong memories? It makes no sense. It’s the most passable of the wines, the one no expert brags about and the one that has been stereotyped (as I did) as the beginner’s wine, for the kids and the girl’s group still too young or broke to actually afford good wine. For such a simple wine, it sure does create some drama.
Rosé to me evokes memories of simpler times. Times when I was that sixteen-year-old girl drinking Rosé, having watched my mother and father drinking Robertson wine on a Friday night, looking as cool as the people in the movies. When I got my first job and my first home, I chose Rosé as my wine to celebrate, not only because it was the safest choice but also because of what it represented: An entry to this world and a cry for acceptance.
There is something still so beautiful about the pleasantly pink wine that automatically makes people feel like it needs to be a sunny day, with a warm breeze and good friends around you, even if you’re sitting at home with a pizza and Gilmore Girls on. At the coast, the wine you’ll see on most tables will be a chilled Rosé and that picturesque stays on with people as they shop for their next bottle. You always want to be that person by the beach with a Rosé.
Rosé is made from red grapes that are juiced with the skin of the red grape for a short period of time, usually, a few days, to get that distinct pretty pink colour for us to enjoy. Wine, I have heard from all my tasting sessions, is all about skin contact. What the juice of the grapes touch and for how long affects everything about the wine. If you get the combination just right, what you create will be enjoyed long after you’re done. Rosé and I have not had a long relationship. I have not been drinking it regularly since I passed the age of 25 and it is not my first choice of wine anymore. That does not stop me from walking through the Rosé section at every wine shop, enjoying the burst of colour in rows of dark bottles. When I am out, at the coast or for a warm nights dinner, I still watch young couples order their Rosé wine and I yearn for younger, more innocent times.
Affordable and non-overwhelming Starter Rosé wines that you might like:
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