Sparkling Rosé

The wine

Strawberry leaves, and a citrus edge leaves with it. The finish is clean, and it is short, and that brevity is the whole glass. Seventy-eight sits on a pour that is pleasant while it is in the mouth and finished before it has a second idea.

What you have while it lasts is light and gently sweet. Soft berry fruit fills the middle. The fizz is bright enough to feel like sparkling rosé, and it does the lifting a heavier body would do. Nothing here is reaching for length. The wine stops when the sip does.

Strawberry, red currant, and rose petal come off the glass first, fruit ahead of the flower. The petal stays light once it is in the mouth. It does not turn to perfume. Red currant stays beside the strawberry instead of breaking out as a sour line of its own. The sweetness is real, and it stays tied to the berry. It does not coat the tongue, and it does not read as candy. The bead lifts that softness without making the wine sharp.

Chill it. The fizz and the strawberry are why it is easy to drink. The short close, strawberry and citrus and then nothing, is why it does not climb. A second sip repeats the first: bright, gentle, and gone.