Technically, summer begins tomorrow, but here in Texas the hot pavement has been burning my feet for months. The moist sweat from my brow keeps my skin young; the constant dripping, accompanied by the exploding sun, accelerates my intolerance for summer. It doesn’t help that concrete radiates heat.
I can always tell it’s getting warmer when the sommelier starts bringing home Roses. Ranging from bright pink to slightly blush, the accumulation of cold, sometimes fruity, sometimes dry wines scream summer.
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Tonight I couldn’t help myself, as I opened the refrigerator door and spied a salmon rose, lush with color and hailing from Provence. I can always tell it’s a good wine when the sommelier leaves the plastic sample pour on the wine bottle, as the lovely nectar seems to drip into my glass instead of overflow. The anxieties of the day, the backlog of emails, and the complaints of coworkers dissipate as I watch the pretty pink wine cascade into my crystal glass. This wine must be outstanding.
Made from a blend of Grenache, Cinsault, and Syrah, the Chateau Riotor Cotes de Provence Rose coexists as dry and slightly fruity. A state of mind, food friendly, and ever growing in popularity, the Provence Rose is the epitome of summer romanticism. An amazing grace to a mother’s woes. The beginning of a heated passion of the sun and my quenched soul. $15 retail.
The honey of summer.
Eat well. Drink well. Cheers.
My second love when it came to wines were roses….the first was Mogan David. :-) It only took several decades to discover red wines COULD be better than blushes and now I’m back to blush….nicely done! Glad summer is here….
When we were overseas, all the young Parisians were really into Roses. Admittedly, these vintages are much different than the US version. I’m glad we’ve got you on the right track.
Ugh. Being pregnant and reading this is like a big tease! Love the way you wrote about summer and I’m craving rose now.
I remember being pregnant with Rheagan in the summer… Luckily it was early so not miserable. When
I was in my third trimester I had a glass of wine per week… very European!
Oh boy. I was just about to run to the store…may just have to add something else to the list :) Lovely tribute to summer.
Thanks! It’s a great refresher for the season!
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