um, its pink.

rose, blush, white reds- they're all the same thing.

It is a pink version of a red, loosened up, sweetened up (some are actually slightly dry) and should be slightly chilled.

So, if you go to any wine tasting room this is what happens:
They begin to pour it and tell you how its great for a summer evening. It's a new, fresh version of their latest pinot noir, blah blah blah. it varies in temperature in each tasting room, which means no one knows whether to treat it like a red or like a white and they always, ALWAYS suggest you go on a summer picnic with ribs and a pink wine. ribs = guys, so, can you see this working? um can i hear a "hell no"? It's like ballet-dancing football stars, like actually enjoying it and taking it seriously. If you can show me a guy who thinks a rose wine is the best thing to go with a stack 'o ribs, then I'll show you a guy who's only trying to impress some pink-wine-loving chic.

And so, in real life, this is how it rolls:
Think about it, its sweet alcohol, the color pink, and it's ready to go to a girls night in, accompanied by home-spa treatments and gossip and embarrassing sneak farts. It's the evolved version of wine coolers. It's nice on it's own and i think it goes well with cesar salad or dry cheese with fruit. I've only had it with my mother over gossip magazines, with my friends over taco tuesday or by my lonesome, while reading a chic-brain-candy book.

lesson of the day: um no lesson really. But i dare you to count the number of times they mention "picnic" while pouring that sweet stuff. And I double doggy dare you (no backing down, now) to tell them, after you take a nice big swig, "ahhhh, well, its too bad i hate picnics! Yeah, my whole family died at the last picnic i attended. Never again...."

Ah yes, its the little things in life! Enjoy!