It was GCSE results week in England, and the girls whose results I was waiting on did better than they expected so what better reason is there to crack open a bottle of pink wine (not just for the children – drink responsibly folks).
We had a Château Méaume Rosé 2005 from Bordeaux that I’d picked up from Majestic. It was pleasant enough, but there’s better out there at the price. If I was a Merlot grape growing up in Bordeaux I think I’d probably have my sights set on being in a big wine. If I couldn’t be in a big name growth, growing old gracefully in a cellar, popping out to Christie’s every now and then, I’d at least like to be enjoyed with Sunday dinner.
I think if I found myself in a rosé I’d suspect I had wasted my potential. There’s nothing wrong with being a rosé, rosés bring joy to people worldwide, summer just couldn’t happen without a supply of rosé, but maybe Bordeaux isn’t the place to make them.