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... Full Story