In a culture seemingly obsessed with serving rosé, I can’t seem to glom on or endorse the fad. I try though. Isn’t it really just an excuse to serve young wine and fill up the vineyard’s coffers? I’m old enough to remember White Zinfandel as, wait for it, a house wine. In fact, I’m old enough to remember brunch at the old O’Doul’s on Robson St. with palm fronds drooping over your table’s butter dish and ladies in pant suits sipping wine spritzers mid-morning. But as these things go, you could do much worse (pay more and enjoy less) than this wonderful refreshing not-overly-alcoholic-but-too-much-alcohol-for-lunch Pinot Noir sipper.
It has a delirious refreshing quality but never accomplished much (on the nose or the palate). The price, in the mid-20s, sits very well for a light summer aperitif. In short, mixed feelings. Buy one for the table and stick with Blue Mountain in the fridge. (The reserve Pinot Gris, Pinot Noir and Chardonnay came out this week at BM. Better buys all round in my books.)
Price: Just under thirty with taxes at Swirl Yaletown (not available, as of this review, at the vineyard, funnily enough).
Market Liquidity: If rosé is your wont, you won’t be disappointed.