My father left me alone this weekend. Again. Although this time I didn’t get his fancy car, just my lovely little Volkswagon Beetle that makes a plethora of terrifying noises and really doesn’t like chilling in first gear in Newport traffic.
I’m also working both Saturday and Sunday at The Shack, which means the poor kitties will be sad and lonely all day.
There is something truly wonderful about this weekend though (not that I don’t love working) and that is rosé.
Rosé had a bad rap in America for an unwarranted amount of time. In California, at one point, they created terribly sweet rosé that did not live up to its French counterpart in the least. Personally, I’m a fan of dry rosé. Rosé that is so bone dry it leaves your lips smacking for more. Rosé from Provence seems to work best at that.
Everyone has their favorite rosé. I admit, mine is not the least expensive of rosés. And we do not drink it all of the time. But for a special splurge rosé? Well its the driest wine I’ve ever tasted.
So if you see this in your local liquor store and feel like having a fancy early evening bottle of rosé (for it is best when it is both warm and still light out), then know it is always a solid choice. It will greatly improve your evening, even if your evening is already going splendidly.
Commanderie de Peyrassol Rosé
Fluctuates between $19 and $23 depending on the fanciness of your liquor store and the taxes of your state.