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Munching Vidal Blanc on Keuka Lake, New York
Tag Archives: Rosé
So July fourth once again hoves into view. If you live stateside and feel even vaguely patriotic, you might want to celebrate America’s independence with alcohol. But it falls on Tuesday. Most of us work the next day. So alcohol … Continue reading
Mother’s Day is at bay. Now you could get creative and buy her Single Malt Whiskey (could work). But honestly, Spring is also here (well, mostly). Flowers bloom. These warm-ish, sunny-ish days call from something fresh, fruity, and friendly. A bellowing cabernet might distract from those lovely conversations about why you haven’t had kids yet.
So embrace that marketed cliché: buy rosé for Mother’s Day!
But since you might drink it as well, why not stretch her and your boundaries with a region too often lost in the pink sea of white zin and Provence: Bardolino Chiaretto Continue reading
Easter arrives this weekend. But before you ruin both Cooks, André, Prosecco (and your palate) with orange juice, elegant-up your game with a Brut Rosé from the Loire. Parisian bistros pretty much funnel the stuff upriver, filling glasses of beret … Continue reading
This Thirsty Thursday takes us to Italy. Just above Venice is Valdobbiadene: cradle of Prosecco.
But today’s wine is weird. It looks neither pale green, sweet, nor made from Glera (Prosecco’s only grape). It is pink:
But not just any pink. This glinting, copper flame lives up to its name: Faìve (FieEEve): poetically Italian for those sparks and tongues whipping about at the top of a fire.
So what goes in it?
Around 2000, Primo Franco got bored with perfecting fantastic, dry, single-vineyard Prosecco that was changing the world. So he went to buddy Brandino Brandolini, who grows red grapes. But they broke with Champagne’s (and the world’s) Pinot-hegemony. Heck, they also left red Italian varietals behind. Instead, they used Merlot and Cabernet: grapes that rarely see the light of bubbly. But this ain’t a red Bordeaux. Continue reading
We have a problem: what to drink for Labor Day. The holiday is the exact opposite of its title. We do no work on Labor Day. It is the last gasp of summer. We need to have fun. And the … Continue reading