A mere 11 per cent alcohol. Fruity, a smidgen sweet, an addictive acidity, and light as a feather. Crisp and not cloying. Forget rosé; this is a lunch wine par excellence. We ate it with Jacques Pepin’s fresh corn souffles, but in fact it would pair with any civilized summer lunch that doesn’t require pomp or proclamation. Not, technically, the drier, heartier Rieslings we gravitate to, but at the price point a most accomplished accomplishment.
Price: $20 at the vineyard.
Market Liquidity: A proverbial delicate flower.