One of the things people often ask when they first meet me is how I could leave the Californian sun for Old Blighty. My answer usually includes something along the lines of appreciating good weather when it happens here, whereas a sunny day in California is nothing unique.
A case in point, I think I can remember every bottle of rosé I have enjoyed in the sun over the last 5 years. There have been exactly three. Memorable, each and every one of them, as a combination of people, place, weather and wine.
Countless bottles sunk in California and France have been lost in the recess of my mind, but the spur of the moment bottle opened over lockdown Easter weekend in the garden just because it was sunny and I had one to hand - this bottle will be spoken about with my partner for years.
Anyone else have memorable rosé moments?