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    La Vie En Rosé
     

    A rosé by any other name is pink. Rosado, rosato, claret, blush. And true to what the word means in French (“pinkish”), rosé wines come in the full range of the pink spectrum, from the subtlest pink and salmon-pink hues to coppery plum and pale raspberry red. Strangely enough, these wines are almost always never called pink, but rosé. And their color, I think, is what has given rosé an image problem. Because who takes pink seriously? Don’t get me wrong. I am not downgrading pink. I happen to adore the color in all of its manifestations, down to the kind of fuchsia that makes your eyes swim. But wine that’s neither red nor white, in that iffy in-between shade?

    Most rosés get their color from the short maceration of grape juice with grape skin. Because wine gets its color from the pigment-rich skins of dark-colored grapes, the longer the juice is in contact with the skin, the deeper the color. Another method is by running off pink-stained juice from fermenting red grapes, called saignée, the French word for “bled,” in allusion to the color bleeding into the juice. In a category of its own is Champagne rosé, made by blending red and white wine, the only appellation permitted to make rosé this way. This pinkness is also why some people are misled into thinking that these are sweet, wimpy wines. True, there are the sugary, insipid versions that have given rosé a bad reputation. But producers in different countries offer a range of styles that are at best light, apple-y and strawberry-ish, straddling that line between sweet and not, or the kind that is high in alcohol, herby/savory and bone dry.

    Photo by TONETTE JACINTO

    From France and Spain come the most interesting—and arresting—dry rosés. Grenache is the main grape of choice in making these wines, sometimes blended with other varieties according to the region. Rosé labeled Bandol, Lirac, Tavel and Cotes de Provence are the most popular in France. Tavel and Lirac from the Southern Rhone, and Bandol rosé from Provence can pack a wallop of alcohol, while the regular Cotes de Provence rosé, some in the pretty bowling-pin shaped bottle, is light and charming. The well-regarded rosados (Spanish rosés) are from the regions of Rioja, Navarra and Cigales, and are deeper-colored, with examples from Navarra exhibiting the fresher style.

    I’ve picked out some examples that my friends and I have had the pleasure of drinking and are available in Manila:

    Chateau la Gordonne 2005, Cotes de Provence, made from a blend of Grenache Noir, Cinsault and Tibouren, with Syrah and Mourvèdre thrown in for deeper color. Redolent of flowers, fruit jam, strawberry and citrus, laced with a grinding of white pepper. Delicate and crisp, with refreshing apple, strawberry and toasted almond flavors.

    Marques de Caceres 2006, Rioja Rosado, made from Tempranillo and Garnacha. A deep-colored raspberry pink. Hefty, with cherry-grapefruit flavors and a peppery finish.

    Homenaje 2005, Navarra Rosado, lighter than its Rioja counterpart, with citrus and floral notes, juicy cherry/raspberry flavors and the same peppery snap.

    Woodbridge Rosé 2005, mostly from Zinfandel grapes. Red apple and citrus notes with the slightest hint of sweetness.

    Though they differ in character, rosés shine in warm weather when, served chilled, they deliver the refreshing vibrancy that takes the sting off a hot day. That perhaps explains why they are not taken as “serious” wines and are only seen mostly as seasonal diversions. But then again, that may just be their reason for being, because no wine can quite evoke lightheartedness and freshness, or conjure images of blue skies and balmy weather, warm starry nights and dining outdoors.

    So Edith Piaf may have drank rosé in her lifetime, because it is after all, the quintessential French summer quaffer. And like those who may be summering now in the south of France, she may have had it, too, with its classic partner—bouillabaisse and garlicky rouille. But here in Manila, where summer is almost an everyday occurrence, I have a rosé with adobo (piled on fragrant, steamed rice) on a warm night on my little terrace—and dream of Paris under the same starlit sky. That’s when I see life through rose-colored glasses.

     

    Vinofile

    Homenaje Navarra Rosado 2006, P395; Marques de Caceres Rioja Rosado 2006, P470; Otoñal Rioja Rosado 2006, P360; Les Petites Jamelles Grenache Rosé 2005, P360—at Terry Selection: Unit 2, Building B, Karrivin Plaza, 2316 Pasong Tamo Extension, Makati City, (632) 729-7906/07; Lower Ground, The Podium, 18 ADB Ave., Mandaluyong, (632) 638.57.25/26.

    Chateau la Gordonne 2005, Cotes de Provence, P470; Robert Mondavi Woodbridge Rosé 2005, P672—at Forth and Tay, (632) 671-8643, orders@forthtay.com.

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