By Shante Hutton
Last year I stopped by Kanonkop because I'm a Pinotage fan and I tried their Rosé. I have not stopped "trying" their Rosé - it's big, not wishy-washy and it isn't packed in a bottle cloaked in glitter and romantic twaddle. It doesn't call itself a lady's wine. It is a Pinotage Rosé. End of.
Whenever the topic of Rosé gets brought up in wine industry circles, a collective sigh of melancholy rings out as experts bemoan the fact that we "don't make Rosé like the French" - those being mostly bone-dry, crisp and fruity. Honestly, I don't think we try enough of our stuff to warrant such lament.