Tasting rosés without a mention of Tavel is like tasting blanc de blanc without mentioning Champagne.
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The Whispering Angel from the Chateau d'Esclans is an absolute winner!!! PB
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And where are Left Coast rosés in all of this?
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Interesting, but why allure us with the tasting of eight rose wines from the region without a more complete list of tasting notes and other info about the wines, or is that coming later?
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An excellent eulogy to the much underappreciated rosés. Always to be drank chilled.
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Eulogy? A commendatory oration, to be sure, but hardly for something deceased. Rosés are alive and well, thank you.
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I have always appreciated a lovely bottle of Bandol.
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The perfect summer meal: a roast chicken, ripe red tomatoes, and a bottle of Whispering Angel! Magnifique!
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"This month in the village of Gordes in Provence, I conducted a tasting of eight rosés from the region for participants on a New York Times trip to Provence. "
Life is tough, isn't it?
Life is tough, isn't it?
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Most Portuguese rosados and Tuscan rosattos, and even many Spanish rosados, beat almost any France rosé...except the former are much, much cheaper. French rosé is "Much to Do About Nothing."
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Thanks for the chuckle, but how does one rosé beat another? Does grilled merguez beat oysters on the half shell? Do summer cherries beat summer tomatoes?
It's all a question of taste and preference of course. But, to dismiss an entire country's worth of rosé, based on erroneous assumptions about price no less, is hogwash.
It's all a question of taste and preference of course. But, to dismiss an entire country's worth of rosé, based on erroneous assumptions about price no less, is hogwash.
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Well, Marion, he wasn't exactly comparing sausage to oysters or cherries to tomatoes (cherry tomatoes?), he did compare similar products.
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Tavel is still delightful, but the range of choices that can be purchased and enjoyed now is truly amazing.
And I've found an interesting thing - in the south of France, in the summer, the French have no difficulty in popping an ice cube or three into their glasses of rosé, a practice that I've adopted from time to time, particularly with pichet or BIB (bag in box) wines.