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Woo Hoo! It’s Rosé season, kittens! Well, almost everywhere except this lame-ass excuse for an Antarctita outpost in July called San Fran-F’ing-Cisco. Brrr, gurrrl.

Anyhoo, in most other parts of the Northern Hemisphere (or at least the East Bay) it truly is Rosé season. Personally I’d just prefer to never have to commute across the Bay Bridge (or for that matter the SM or Dumbarton) to pretend I live here. Jesus Christo that was bitchy. But I speak from…no, not my ass! from experience. VdV did time in Walnut Creek, Sunnyvale, Palo Alto, even Eugene. All the ‘burbs.

But hey, brutha, I was doin’ some bidness (no, not that type of biz) down in Los Altos the other day and I do, yes I admit I DO understand, the bizarre attraction to the nether regions. Sun. Oh yeah, and those Carls Jrs, gotta love ‘em! Ha.

OK, don’t be a hater, and don’t start doubting yourselves. You’re fine. Just stay over there and look at SF. That’s good enough. At least you don’t need a parka.

So, you want the Skinny? The Low-Down? The Grease? What? OK, here goes: First, although I despise all the Pierre’s I’ve met up to now – I mean, they’re all mommy-loving self-loathing retards -THIS Pierre is The Shit in my book. Ahoy?

“This pink beauty offers a powerful nose, white peach with spicy notes, evolving towards candied apricots, guava, exotic fruit. Great fullness in the mouth, a rich wine with great character, excellent aromatic length typical to this Chateau’s unique terroir. 40% Grenache and 60% Cinsault”.

Oh man, that’s rich. If you bought that (i.e. that completely ripped-off review from our biggest fans at K&L) then have I got a vineyard for you to buy. In San Pablo. Bids, anyone?

So. Seriously? Really? Wanna Gere it? Gere it goes:

This wine is really good. Peachy, nice light strawberry notes, the epitome of a killer Provence Rosé. Get some! Word.