Dedicated as I am, I have also dared to try some “wines” that remind me that there are limits to my search for knowledge on your behalf, Reader.
IV. Dedicated as I am, I have also dared to try some “wines” that remind me that there are limits to my search for knowledge on your behalf, Reader. I have sipped, gingerly an Indiana rosé made from catawba, a grape native to upstate New York. It was described as semi-sweet. Sweet, yes; semi, not. It was one of those rare cases where I could not finish what I started. It went down the drain in a motel room in Bloomington. I also gave up on a Nebraska rosé which did not reveal the grape. Yes, Nebraska wine from Raymond, if you must know.
http://www.grapevinetrail.com/Nebraska
But there is more. There is an Australian rosé, that proclaims on its front label that it has gone “beyond the grape.” Disregarding the warning bells, I pressed ahead and drank it, tried that is. I quickly realized what “beyond” meant, fruit juice. Then there was the second Japanese rosé, yes Japanese. On my travels I look for rosé, and wherever I seek more often than not I find. I had one Japanese rosé. I knew it was rosé from the look and the fact that it was shelved with European and American rosé, and it had a French label that said it was. See how keen I am on evidence. It was OK. Emboldened, I went back to try another, not knowing when to quit, when do we learn that? Not soon enough in this case. The second Japanese rosé was, well, yuck. Yes, the point is that the labels were all in Japanese but I am fearless on your behalf, Reader, in gathering knowledge for you.
I took a picture so as never to travel that path again.