From Mykonos to St Tropez, sipping rosé has become synonymous with endless summer days in Europe’s most exclusive destinations, where long lunches are fuelled by only the palest picks from Provence and champagne-spraying is considered positively passé.
But pink wine isn’t just for summer, as the free-pouring decadence taking place on the slopes of Courcheval and Méribel proves. The best bottles pair just as well with a winter warmer as they do salad and sunshine. In fact, I rather like serving mine as an accompaniment to Christmas lunch for something a bit different. Give it a go.
