Lately, I’ve been drinking a lot of local rosé. It’s one of the only wine styles I drink to simply enjoy – my antidote to overthinking wine.
Work has trained me to move quickly, pull wines apart and be ruthless. It’s also made me unable to detach from tasting critically. The irony is, the more involved you are in the world of wine, the harder it becomes to just enjoy a glass. No analysis, no critique, just pure enjoyment. That’s where rosé comes in.
Maybe it’s because, in the wine world, pink is the new orange – and I’m loving that fancy rosé is finally trending. Or maybe I’m just not looking for grandiosity. So, if it’s structured and complex, that’s a bonus – not a requirement.