Tasting Notes

When it catches a sliver of UV rays, this can-o-rosé glows a wild jewel-like hue of radioactive orange. We’re talking like, Fiestaware orange. Glorious. But good news - unlike that traffic cone-colored dishware from the 1940’s, this carignan/petite syrah blend is 100% free of uranium. Instead, there’s an overwhelming but immensely jovial nutty kick of cheesiness that tastes just like a freshly-shaved shard of pecorino romano. All that good stuff, alongside a deep, smoky Fig Newton kind of jamminess paired with a subtle watermelon-ish pucker and you have yourself a rosé that’s meant for so much more than charcuterie plates and day drinking on the beach, actively ignoring the book you brought. If you see a friend, family member, or complete stranger pop the top on a can of some dreadfully-boring pink wine like Babe or Barefoot, just dive-tackle them right then and there and toss them a Sans. After recovering from any scrapes or broken bones, they’ll definitely thank you, I think.