New York, New York  August 9, 2020 – During the long, hot days of Augusts past, coveted pink wine from Provence flowed so briskly that the greatest source of anxiety among millennials from the City was that supplies would dry up in The Hamptons, just a short ride on the Jitney from Manhattan where I write now. In 2014, I recall my daughter confirming New York Post reports that desperate Whispering Angel fans were sent on frenzied searches for more rosé. Not this year. (Oh, to have such problems this year!).

With the global shutdown, probably coupled with President Trump's ill-conceived import tariffs on French wine below 14%-alcohol, it seems that there was barely a trickle of Provence rosé to wine shop shelves and, of course, bars are not open and restaurants are just limping along with service limited to outside tables.  There is a particular lack of high-quality rosé. Such a shame, especially because the 2019 vintage from Provence is stellar.

Will this state of affairs lead marketers to focus on meditation and journaling in their advertising rather than pool quaffers, as Katherine Cole suggests in her SevenFiftyDaily piece (May 25, 2020)? Or, also as Cole wrote, will there be a greater emphasis on quality, including characteristics such as terroir which is not generally discussed in rosé reviews?  Alternatively and far less palatable, Cole also touches on an inchoate practice that some...

Cassis: A Timeless AOC

Cassis is the most beautiful AOC (appellation d'origine contrôlée) in France: the vineyards cling to the slopes of a magical amphitheater that plunges towards the shimmering Mediterranean. The Phocaeans (ancient Greeks from Asia Minor) must have been enchanted with these slopes when they first saw them 2,600 years ago. And they did well to plant them to the vine. The perfect exposure, dry and nutrient-poor soils and the cooling Mediterranean...


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