By Courtney Cochran
Chère Rosé, you mean the world to me. You are so pure, your flavors so balanced (More approachable than red! More filling than white!) I find myself fantasizing about you night and day. Often I picture myself, feet up at the end of a long day, meditating on your pale pink robe, pausing to savor a sip so lush it takes my breath away.
O Rosé! You are so refreshing, you are so lively, you are the perfect companion to a slice of pâté or nutty frommage comté.
I love you just as you are - never change, Rosé!
Signed,
Your Biggest (AKA most loyal, ahem) French Fan
Chère Rosé, you mean the world to me. You are so pure, your flavors so balanced (More approachable than red! More filling than white!) I find myself fantasizing about you night and day. Often I picture myself, feet up at the end of a long day, meditating on your pale pink robe, pausing to savor a sip so lush it takes my breath away.
O Rosé! You are so refreshing, you are so lively, you are the perfect companion to a slice of pâté or nutty frommage comté.
I love you just as you are - never change, Rosé!
Signed,
Your Biggest (AKA most loyal, ahem) French Fan
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