“What are you, a girl? Is this Girls’ Night Out?” That’s what a friend, an investment banker, shouted at me, on a steamy summer night a couple years back, when the waitress brought my cool, refreshing glass of Corte Gardoni Bardolino Chiaretto.
I didn’t flinch. As an American male who happens to enjoy drinking rosé wine, I’d heard worse. He continued: “Seriously, dude. Blush wine?”
I considered my friend, sweating through his pink tailored shirt, and finally said: “Yes. At this stage of my life, I’m comfortable enough in my manhood to drink pink wine.” And then I ordered another, adding: “Your mom called it ‘blush’ wine. Grow up.”
Apparently, plenty more people like me have risen up — or manned up, as the case may be — and declared our affection for rosé wines. Because right now, rosé is one of the wine world’s fastest-growing categories.