Pink…
What words come to mind, when you see this color or hear its name? What associations, emotions, pictures, people? I see beautiful sunsets, gorgeous azalea blooms from my home state of Florida, Sunday dresses, spring ties, sprinkled cupcakes, seersucker suits, brightly colored parrots, a singer by this name, ripe strawberries, and, of course, flamingos. Not to mention delicious rosé wine, my subject of choice today.
After having coffee this morning, with a wonderful friend and colleague within the wine industry, I felt compelled to mention a few things on “pink wine.” We shared stories of how “pink” wines are perceived within the wine-consuming crowd. As kismet would have it, I had a half-finished bottle of rosé in my fridge, an evening off, and another new book to begin reading. At 11:00 this morning, I was already imagining a summery beet salad and some goat cheese to pair with my chilled wine. I constantly question why anyone would limit their enjoyment or palate because of preconceived notions of what a color means to them.
