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Behold The Power Of Pink
What is it about pink wine that makes the “wine conesouir” tremble with fear. I’ve seen grown men shake their heads and glance scornfully downward as I try to hand them a glass of deliciously dry, mineral laden Rosé. Is it a sign of weakness to enjoy pink? Does pink wine make you a girly man? Every year I crusade, convert and witness for Rosé. Here’s my summertime appeal to help with the conversion. I’ll be as persuasive as possible, but quite frankly, I’m losing my patience with some of you, so listen up…
Try as you might you will never, do you hear me, NEVER, find a wine better than
rosé with olives, garlic, olive oil and fresh herbs. You might as well give up. Rosé is the only way to go.
If you are concerned that people are looking at you when you drink pink wine and feel self-conscious , don’t blame the wine, blame your parents. They’re the ones that raised you with so little self esteem that a glass of pink wine calls your intellectual capacity, manhood and seriousness about wine drinking into question.
Talking about being serious…nothing is more obnoxious that a group of wine geeks droning on about this wine and that rating when you’re at an informal gathering for fun. Fun. Remember what that is. I love wine more than most people but when it’s pink wine time, let’s just enjoy the moment…Good friends, delicious food, rascally kids running around. No
From my experience, this I believe (I should be on NPR), if you drink rosé this summer you’ll be a nicer person. You’ll learn not to take life so seriously. People will be nicer to you. You’ll pay your bills on time and give more money to charity. If our fearless leaders drank rosé perhaps all that tickle down niceness will be like trickle down economics. Oh, wait a minute, that didn’t work did it? Well, forget that part and BEHOLD THE POWER OF PINK.