Good God, is it that time of year again? The other day while
shopping I felt myself compulsively pulled toward an aisle stocked
mainly of pink and
rosé wines. It was unusually
warm outside, mid Southern springtime in full force and things
getting sticky, and the thought of a brisk, cold rosé had
officially laid its hands on me. For many wine drinkers, the
impulse to turn to rosés in the late spring is biological, a...
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