When it comes to rosé, pink doesn’t have to mean Provence

From Morocco to Monmouth, there’s a whole world of blushing rosé wines to discover Hello, from rosé season, the only time of year I order wine like a patriarchal septuagenarian. For this fleeting moment in the wine-drinking calendar, questions are out and assumptions are in;…

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