One of my restaurants was excited about tasting a sparkling rosé. But it would have to be today. So I grabbed a lonely bottle of Cavicchioli Sparkling Rosé languishing in my office and popped it in the freezer.
After my morning routine of grappling with emails, putting in sample requests, drinking coffee, and general suffering, the hours slip by.
I load the car with wine cases to be delivered, technical sheets for tastings to be thrown away, and my precious note pad. I go back in for my sample bottles to regale accounts with and….
Behold the icy pinkness: like a unicorn thrown into the drier, or that pink stuff McDonald’s burgers consist of, the Caviccioli was no more than a sticky blob full of hair thin glass shards.
Advice, watch the clock.