If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.-Ernest Hemingway
In America only the successful writer is important, in France all writers are important, in England no writer is important, and in Australia you have to explain what a writer is."-Geoffrey Cottrell
Domaine de Fontsainte rose. During a regular trip to Wells on Saturday, I got into a long conversation with the owner (who might be Dixon's biggest fan). He recomended this $10 rose, saying that a lot of people have been shying away from the roses since they're, well, pink and a little too visually reminiscent of white zin. But, he insisted, they're really great.
I'd read a lot about roses this season - about how drinkable they are and that they're ideal for summer with or without food. They're not expensive, so I couldn't see any reason not to give it a try. Glad I did, too, because Cooper and I both really enjoyed it. Sort of stuck between a white and a red, the rose is as refreshing as a sauvignon blanc but its (nearly) as interesting as a pinot noir. Plus, great with food. Especially piles of cheese, like we ate last night.
I think I'm going to pick up some more today.