We all have those grapes that we’re in love with. For me, it’s always been pinot noir. Expensive or humble, France or California, Red or Rosé, it doesn’t matter — I love it all.
Our Sparkling Rosé takes me back to summers in western Massachusetts, sunbathing in local rivers, feeding myself fresh-picked wild berries with fingers stained purple and carmine. At first, this wine hums with the zing of raspberry, but then is interspersed with droplets of refreshing, mineral-rich water that cut in cool like rain on a hot August day. So clean and pure, it’s the alcoholic equivalent of a hydrating face mist.