The Vulgarization of Rose, and Other Things the French Fear
Chere Rose, you mean the world to me. You are so pure, your flavors so balanced (More approachable than red! More filling than white!) I find myself fantasizing about you day and night. Often I picture myself, feet up at the end of a long day, meditating on your pale pink robe, pausing to savor a sip so lush it takes my breath away.
O Rose! You are so refreshing, you are so lively, you are the perfect companion to a slice of pate or nutty frommage comte.
I love you just as you are - never change, Rose!
Signed,
Your Biggest (AKA most loyal, ahem) French Fan
Mon Dieu! Rose At Risk
You don't have to be a die-hard rose fan to know there's something enchanting about the appealing style of wine that's neither white nor red. And while much has been made over the years about pink wines' romantic appeal, pitch-perfect summer coloring and remarkable flexibility in food pairing, little fuss has generally been raised about the way in which it's made.
Until now, that is.
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pictured: moi, sipping rose on Sunset with great pal Alexis in LA earlier this month