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It always bugs me when I hear people say that rosé wines are less masculine than pinots or cabernets or that they are reserved only for the ladies. Say that to a Frenchman in the Midi, and it may escalate into a discussion "à deux mains."
The first rosé wines were not a bastardization of the zinfandel grape but a byproduct of conscious winemaking. In Europe—particularly southern France—juice was bled off a vat of fermenting red wine to increase the skins-to-juice ratio (mostly in lean vintages), which bolstered the color and body of the resulting red wine. This "leftover" juice, now slightly pink, was not wasted but made into a simple, light wine that could be consumed while waiting for the reds to mature. It is a process the French call "saingée."
Rosés offer a perfect refuge and transition from the red wines of winter to the whites of summer. Truly some of my favorite wines to just drink—as opposed to savor—rosés always make me feel as if I'm on an island somewhere. Float on up to one of these …