A couple of weeks ago, I endeavored to wax eloquent on the wine bars of my youth and my dreams.

Even if you know nothing else about Rosé Wine, you know she’s relegated to the back porch on lazy summer afternoons, right ? And indeed she swoons in such an environment, paired with levity and light-heartedness.

It was a feeling of stillness, almost of reverence. Entering the space one felt like speaking in hushed tones. Tall ceilings and light polished wood with floor to ceiling bookshelves. It was 4:30 in the afternoon and few people were to be found inhabiting its spaces. But the offerings were intriguing and it felt like a private world we’d happened upon.