By Cathy Huyghe
Whether it’s along Marlborough Street or deep in the Boston Common, trees are in bloom. Whether the cherry trees catch your eye or you have a soft spot for magnolias, springtime is, for many of us, the best time to be outside in Boston.
The blush of first blooms also has come inside, in the form of this year’s crop of rosé wines. They’re pushing their way forward as wine shop owners position the rosés nearest their doors on prime, “buy me!” real estate.
I would, too.
Because rosé makes for absolutely perfect drinking right now, and you’ll want to sample a few of the latest, freshest offerings to hit the shelves.
Rosé is perfect because there’s something liminal about it. It isn’t quite one thing, but it isn’t quite the other either. Friends say that’s its charm: it is completely of its own category. Foes say that’s its downfall: it’s too indecisive (or undecided?) to be convincingly a kind of wine with its own merit.
Personally, I appreciate rosé’s “place in between” because – right about now – I can sympathize. Right about now, when I’m getting dressed I’m pulling from both my winter sweaters and my summer capris. Right about now, when I’m choosing a dish at a restaurant I’m pulling from vegetable-filled primavera and hardier ragú.
And right about now, when I’m deciding on a wine I’m pulling from more rugged grapes that are also handled with a light touch.
Rosés can be dark in color, with hardly a trace of the “salmon” descriptor you often find with rosés. They can be very bright, almost luminescent ruby. Those have just enough depth and just enough illumination.
They are substantive without being ponderous.
Which is exactly what we’re looking for right about now: a reason, and a way, to just lighten up.
Cathy Huyghe writes the WGBH Foodie blog. Read new WGBH Foodie posts every weekday, in which Cathy explores myriad ways and places to experience good food and wine.