I may have shared this memory with a few of you before. About the day I was forgotten. Growing up with six siblings, our little house was a bit of a zoo most the time, but us all getting ready for school in the morning was its own kind of crazy. Everyone tripping over each other in the early a.m., sharing one bathroom, trying to beat the clock, pulling clothes from drawers or hampers or from under beds, shoveling Cream of Wheat or Pop Tarts into our mouths with mom hollering her countdown - a one-woman assembly line stuffing Capri Suns and PB&Js into brown paper bags with our names written on each in her distinct cursive.

I've never been a morning person, and I probably deserved the daily nagging. Two minutes to leave and I'd still be dreaming, or digging out an old cardigan. Putting on my shoes at a snails pace. They'd often threaten to leave me behind, which they'd obviously never do - until the one day they did. I think I was in second grade at the time. I heard the door slam and the last pair of sneakers stomping off down the steps outside. But I could hear the van still warming up by the street and I knew they'd yell for me once again, annoyed at my procrastination. But then I heard the van reverse. And pull away. I was figured they'd see me running down the steps - and someone in the rear window would be shaking their head, alerting mom to stop. But as I ran barefoot down the steps and out to the the street, I realized it wasn't a joke. They were gone.

I was a mix of anger, desperation, and sadness. I had already dropped my shoes on the steps, so I threw my socks at the ghost of the van in some dramatic fit, wailing and flailing away. My anguish was short-lived. Mom U-turned a couple blocks away and was back up the hill a minute later. My older siblings annoyed to see me still sprawled out on the steps in practiced agony. My sister hopping out to collect my socks from the road. 


With all the craze around orange wines and chilled reds, and everyone clamoring around for the best summer sippers, poor little lovely rosé seems to have been forgotten in this particular moment in time. And no one is exactly sure why, but we're certainly still returning to these pleasant, pink, refreshing bottles here at the shop. Loading them into coolers and cars for parties and getaways or enjoying them on the steps outside our homes. Come back and reacquaint yourselves with rosé once again! Pull a U-turn. Give it another chance. We'll be pouring a selection of our favorite rosés and new releases this Saturday from 2-6! It's looking to be warm and sunny... so stop in and enjoy our cool A/C and a flight with us. We promise, these wines are worth chasing after. 

First, TONIGHT: Thursday Night Flights! All French lineup this evening, with dry Aligoté from Burgundy for the whites and Rhone reds for the other flight!
2022 Berthenet Bourgogne Aligoté Vielles Vignes
2022 Domaine Rollin Bourgogne Aligoté
2022 Domaine Goisot Bourgogne Aligoté
2022 Domaine La Damase Grenache
2018 Chateau Redortier Beaumes-des-Venise Rouge
2022 Domaine Jean Esprit Crozes-Hremitage
Flights $15 from 5-9pm and wines by the glass until close!

SATURDAY 6/15: Rosé returns!... New spring and summer arrivals and staff favorites:
2023 Ameztoi Rubentis Txakoli Rosé
2023 Bisson Ciliegiolo Rosé
2023 Chateau Soucherie L'Astree Rosé de Loire
2022 Chateau Vannieres Bandol Rosé
Flights $18 from 2-6 and wines by the glass until 9pm


On my way,

Daniel