For a long time I was almost purely a red wine drinker. Then, due for inconvenient minor health reasons I had to give up red wine, so I became solely a white wine drinker. That led me to putting some serious “research” into white wine, so now although I drink red again, over 70% of my cellar is white.
But what about rosé? It’s neither fish nor fowl, neither red nor white – why does it even exist?
It’s the duck-billed platypus of wine!
It doesn’t have the freshness of white or the pleasing body of red – it falls between two stools and does neither thing well.
Anecdotal evidence suggests that it’s the fastest growing wine category in France, so if you venture into a French supermarket you will see more pink than white – what gives?
This isn’t a rant about pink things for the sake of it – I’m quite metrosexual in my dress sense and will happily wear pink shirts and / or ties.
And then the solution finally dawned on me. If it’s any good, treat a rosé like a light red and chill it very slightly, but drink it out of proper red wine glasses. That’s what I did with this delicious Masi rosato.
I do keep harping on about the temperature of wine, but it’s so important for acidity, sweetness, aromas and flavours.
It turns out I’ve been drinking rosé wrong all this time!