I’ll probably drive you nuts about rosés, but they’re a passion of mine. And I’m not just jumping on the bandwagon — I’ve been preaching the rosé gospel for years. It hasn’t been easy until relatively recently. I used to get a lot of wrinkled noses, rolled eyes, shaking heads, or blank stares when I suggested a rosé. Now I look like a prophet. It has gotten so that everyone is making a rosé in order to cash in on the pink payday. Winemakers are almost guaranteed to sell out. Hungarian rosé, anyone? Yup, and it’s terrific.
So this week I start to build the WSW PINK WALL OF FAME. This consists of 30-40 different rosés that keep getting replenished or replaced (as they disappear) from now through Labor Day. I also keep about ten on hand all year long, for those enlightened folks who don’t think rosé is only appropriate for a scorching day in August. In fact, over the past couple of weeks I’ve whipped through about four cases of Sancerre rosé, and it hasn’t gotten above 50 degrees yet!
Stay tuned as the pinks come rolling in like a friendly, joyous tsunami…if there is such a thing.
