The Sip

An archive of notes from 2015—2019

Rosé is a Thing.


Rosé is a thing.

It’s hard to miss the infusion of pink into pop culture these days—White Girl Rose beckons basic beezies all over instagram to toss their Cabernet aside and sip summer water while getting ready to go to da club, or post selfies, because, “we grown.” Yacht culture and pink wine have become synonymous, and if Kendell Jenner is drinking it in the Hamptons, it must be time to take note.  It’s only a matter of time before rappers start showering the groupies with the pink, Dom P. and Veuve be warned. Even the Pope is shown blushing on a post, in a snap captioned the rose-ery. Hashtag this is so us. As defining of current culture as the manbun and status beard, rose is happening.

But before we all go replacing jello shots with boozy rose cupcakes, slow your rose roll. Is there a reason everyone’s all about the trend? Yesway. It’s delicious. And refreshing. Three sips of a good rose and I start feeling so damn womanly that I think I could give beauty tips to Sophia Loren.

Trends come and go but I will always want rose in my glass, so I’m excited it’s having a moment. It’s the perfect year-round, nearly every meal drink. It’s easy and somehow nastolgic (I grew up on Shirley Temples so maybe the pink programming started then). And you know, maybe that’s part of its appeal, the unpretentious youth of it all. Rose is just meant to be consumed, now. Not later, after being aged in a dark cellar for decades.

It somehow simultaneously evokes child-like days of frolic at the beach and visions of French women shaped like dessert, pulling themselves up into a boat somewhere in the Riviera, masked in giant shades and wearing little more than the salt from the sea, en nautical route to Nice.  And for both of those sensory-filled scenes, of course we want that in our glass. Plus, it’s been hotter than Hades and if your default happy hour order has been a glass of the Cabernet, the heartburn and the brow sweat are probably craving something cooler on your behalf. Just know that rose, like all other things, is a category of things, not a thing itself, per se: there are so many types to try and so many ways to enjoy it. The shades of pink are endless. And that’s a good thing, even if it is a bit daunting. 

Before you reach for the random bottle (or can) with a pair of pin up girls’ sweet tangled legs on the label, a few things to note: Most good roses are vinified dry—meaning not sweet. They can be floral, bright and citrusy, herbal or minty, deeply fruit-driven and plush, or even meaty and savory.  Dark color cues texture and weight, and the lighter shades usually imply a more delicate style, with grapefruity or floral notes. Rose’s gold standard comes from Provence, but there is great rose being made all over the world now.

Obviously I could wax on forever about how splendid rose is, because imagining myself swimming in a pool of it is really quite the retreat I seek in life.

Now that we’ve laid out the basics, here are a few of my favorites from over the years that continue to deliver; it was really hard to narrow it down to ten. As always, shoot me your wine questions if you want—I’m here to chat and sip. 

Listen while you drink:

Dm Faillenc St Marie Corbieres Rose, Languedoc, France.

Lucien Crochet Sancerre Rose of Pinot Noir, Loire Valley, France.

La Rame Rose, Bordeaux, France.

Smith and Story Rose, Pinot Noir, Rheingau, Germany.

Red Car Rose, Sonoma, CA.

Other Choice Pink Drinks:

Dm. du Bagnol, Cassis Rose, Provence, France.

Chateaux Pradeaux Rose, Provence, France.

Parigot Cremant de Bourgogne, France (because, Sparkling)

Chateau Simone Palette Rose, Provence, France.

Scribe Winery Pinot Rose, California.