Rosé

     “I have red and I have white,” she said. “What do I need pink for?” My wife was responding to my insistent call for her to try a terrific new rosé from Acquiesce.  When did she become a rosé snubber?I thought. I remembered a time when we put away a lot rosé together at the poolside.  Her proclamation reminded me of a British wine snob who once said, “Rosé is wine’s answer to belly-button fluff, baffling in origin, purposeless in deployment.” Elegant, yet brutal.  Why indeed do we need rosé in our lives? I posed the question to[...]