The pink drink with a lot slack on its back; poor Rosé has had a really bad go of it in past years but that is all about to change with Rosé Rocks - South Africa's first Rosé competition.
By Shante Hutton
By Shante Hutton
I will be honest, I was never a fan of Rosé; I'm a bit of a lad as well as a person who baulks violently at anything that is sold wrapped in pink and given the label "for girls only". I gave it a wide berth and stuck my nose up at those who would drink it in my presence. I apologize to all of you who have seen the inside of my nostrils.
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.
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.
