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ROSÉ SEASON IS DEAD

ROSÉ SEASON IS DEAD
The temperatures are waning and the days are shortening, signaling the end of rosé wine being e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e. The masses now quaff the refreshing pink drink as if engaging in a summertime rite of passage. That’s in sharp contrast to a few years ago, when serious people would laugh in my face if I suggested a pink wine to them. While it’s tempting to think rosé is now held in equal esteem, I’d argue all the people posting poolside “rosé season” shots aren’t helping any. Rather than being properly regarded as dynamic and diverse, this style of wine has been relegated to warm weather and buzzy articles about how to make [fill in the blank] from the same direct press, barely colored bottle.

Such homogenous drinking is an incredible bore. So, let’s spread the love to other months of the year and extend our interest to darker rosés from around the world! You haven’t truly lived until you’ve paired a rich cassoulet with Domaine Léonine’s ‘Que Pasa?’ Syrah rosé in the middle of December. A winter trip to the Dolomites would be severely lacking without the combination of Pizzoccheri and Marco Zani’s Lagrein rosé, whose shade is reminiscent of Pantone 199. These deeper hued wines paired with hearty meals will have you indoors with the heat blasting in your underwear wondering why you didn’t think of this before. Support the vigneron(ne) year-round and enjoy the gifts they’ve produced for us.

The death of Rosé Season will be best for all of us.

- Eric Moorer