The NYLON Guide To Rosé


Pour it up

Long before the giant wave of millennial pink crashed the mainstream, wine lovers were minding their own business while sipping on glasses of rosé. The beverage has been around since the eighth century BCE where it was birthed in ancient Greece. It wasn't until the 19th century that the light pink drink became a staple in the South of France in a little town known as Provence.

Rosé can be made in four different ways: run-off or bleeding, grape skin maceration, direct press, and blending. So no, you don't just mix red and white wines to make rosé—it's actually forbidden to do so in France. The rise of rosé in the United States can be credited for a variety of reasons. Adam Chase, a certified WSET educator and director of Grape Experience Wine & Spirit School in San Francisco, thinks that the discovery of dry rosé is what changed Americans' perceptions of the wine. 

"For years, many U.S. consumers just assumed rosé was the sort of sweet concoction of a wine," he says. "So many rosés were the stuff that you'd see at the bottom of the shelf. They were very simple, sweet, sort of strawberry, almost candy like... What started to happen was more and more people started to produce rosés that had more to them—that tasted more nuanced, more layered, more interesting, and not what we would call an alcohol Kool-Aid or an alcohol pop."

Katherine Cole, wine writer and author of Rosé All Day: The Essential Guide to Your New Favorite Wine, says that rosé is a "much more complicated wine than we give it credit for" and points to the blurring of gender lines as an explanation for the growth in popularity. When it comes to drinking wine, the boundaries between masculinity and femininity have become obsolete over the past decade. "It's cool for guys to be open to pink and show that they're open to femininity," she says. 

Despite this sudden surge, Jennifer Simonetti-Bryan, a certified master of wine and author of Rosé Wine: The Guide to Drinking Pink, believes that "rosé has never really been out of fashion and out of style." She has always viewed it as a "crowd seeking" wine despite what the "wine-illuminati" think about it.

New Yorkers can even go on an annual rosé-themed weekend getaway at Governors Island every summer called Pinknic, thanks to French entrepreneur Pierrick Bouquet. Growing up in France, he was always familiar with rosé—when he noticed a gap in American wine industry in terms of educating people on the rosé category, he lept at the opportunity to fill that void. (He's also recently launchd his own Rosé Mimosa by Rosé S'il Vous Plaî, so you can trust his taste.) Warmer weather is ideal for rosé, but enthusiasts shouldn't feel limited by the seasons. "I drink it all year round without a doubt," adds Cole. 

Victoria James, one of New York's youngest sommeliers and author of Drink Pink: A Celebration of Rosé, wants everyone to know that rosé is not a basic drink. Right now, rosé is better than it's ever been but it is also being taken advantage of and served with a side of sexism. "It doesn't have to be for your basic bitch, it can be a high quality wine," she says. "That's kind of the biggest rumor I'm trying to dispel."

In honor of National Rosé Day, we put together a guide on our favorite wine with professional consultation from all five of these experts. Grab a glass and drink up all the details, below.


A true sommelier will be able to advise you on the best rosé to pair with your meal. James insists that rosé tastes good with anything, making it the most versatile wine of all. Cole also agrees, saying that "the problem with rosé is that it goes with everything." She even believes that people can pair their rosé based on the color so darker rosés with "meat or hearty vegetables off the barbecue" and lighter rosés with salad and fish. James highly recommends rosé to vegetarians because it complements dishes with seasonal vegetables like asparagus. Tapas-style dishes like olives, radishes, and anchovies are also classic pairings in her experience. Chase sticks to soft cheeses made out of goat's milk and co-signs pizza.

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It would've been nice if someone said the word "fat"

Back in November, Rebel Wilson claimed to be the first plus-sized lead in a romantic comedy when she appeared on Ellen to talk about her role in Isn't It Romantic. Wilson was not only wrong, but she was—even if inadvertently—erasing the work of Black plus-size actresses like Queen Latifah and Mo'Nique, both of whom have expansive resumes that include romantic comedies.

Wilson's comment isn't the first example of white women taking up a little too much space in the fat acceptance ethos. It's actually quite common. But there is a reason why women like Wilson—women who are blonde, pretty, successful, and white—get put front and center in calls for body positivity. In the same way that feminism—the movement from which body positivity was born—has often failed to address how gender intersects with other identities like race and class; so, too, has body positivity been championed as a cause for otherwise privileged women. And that's why it's no surprise that Isn't It Romantic, which aspires to be both a spot-on mockery of rom-coms and a celebration of body positivity, is actually a perfect example of how very white both the movie genre and the body positivity movement tend to be.

In the film, Wilson plays Natalie, an architect based in New York, who is single and plus-sized—the archetypal rom-com underdog. Very early on in the movie, she endures the double humiliation of both being hit by a runaway food cart and then accosted by its owner for not stopping it with her "cement truck"-like body. At work, Natalie is similarly disrespected: The office manager hands off troubleshooting tasks to Natalie; another colleague always tasks Natalie to throw out his trash; her assistant Whitney (Betty Gilpin) won't stop watching movies (rom-coms, naturally) while in the office; and Natalie is so afraid to present her ideas for more innovative parking garage designs that she isn't even widely known in the firm as an architect, and is treated like an intern.

But is Natalie just a doormat? Or is it that she isn't asking for what she wants? And isn't very nice about not getting it? If Natalie's life is any example, the bar on suffering is set pretty low for white women. In her personal life, Natalie lives alone with her dog, and seems to be pretty well-off, financially; her best friend is actually her slacker assistant, Whitney, and she's close with another coworker, Josh (Adam Devine), who gives Natalie constant emotional support. She's decidedly anti-romantic, having been told by her mother from a young age that there's no such thing as real-life fairy tales; she's level-headed and practical. But also, she's filled with self-loathing. This leads her to be crass, sarcastic, and disconnected from people. And it was this last part that was hard for me. As a fat Black woman who grew up broke, does not have an assistant, and would get fired if I didn't do my job well, it was hard, if not impossible, to root for her.

For Natalie, though, everything changes when she bangs her head while fighting off a mugger. Her mundane life is tinted through rosy rom-com glasses. Suddenly, all the things that sucked about her life are gone, and everything is beautiful and perfect. But was her life so bad before? It didn't really seem to be.

And yet, looking around the theater at the mostly white, female audience, I accepted that my feelings didn't seem to be shared. But that almost seems to be by design; this feels like a movie for a white, female audience. There is only one person of color in the movie who even has a name: It's Isabelle (Priyanka Chopra), who shows up about halfway through the film—after everything has been rom-com filtered—as a yoga ambassador and swimsuit model. But a name is all Isabella has. A supporting character at best, she doesn't have any connection to anyone other than her white boyfriend, and is sketchily drawn. We learn nothing of her familial or ethnic background, and, even when she is shown at her wedding, there is nobody from her family celebrating with her. This huge oversight is particularly bizarre, given that Natalie has already bemoaned the lack of diversity in romantic films.

Another huge oversight? The presence of the word "fat." I don't think I heard it used a single time. Natalie only references her weight indirectly, by commenting on the appearance of straight-sized women; when talking about her own body, the word "fat" is replaced with "girl like me." But by ignoring this aspect of herself, and refusing to address it head-on, Natalie is succumbing to the same fatphobia that shapes her world, whether she identifies it as being a problem or not.

Before her life becomes a rom-com, Natalie feels invisible at work and in the world. Some of this is certainly her fault, but fatphobia is also at play. Fatphobia chips away at the humanity of fat people from different angles. It means that Natalie gets used to being dehumanized; she doesn't expect others to have empathy for her when she's physically hurt, because they don't value her body. And it's no coincidence that Natalie's fantasy world includes a magically bigger apartment with unlimited clothing options, because discrimination against fat people isn't just a matter aesthetics and preferences—it affects everything from our ability to dress ourselves to our ability to make and save money, since there's a price to pay for being fat, even if it's just having to pay more to travel. Just as much as gender and race intersect with fat bodies, so, too, do economics and class.

I knew I could count on a plus-sized white comedian to take down a genre of films that prioritized thin women. But I ventured to see if Wilson could go further than that, and challenge what it means to be white and well-off and fat in the process; it isn't just about taking down rom-coms but about doing so in a way that isn't just a mouthpiece for white feminist values. But, in the end, that isn't what happened. Isn't It Romantic is fine, but it needed to do more than target an audience of girls who are 10 to 30 pounds overweight and still too jolted by the word "fat" to ever apply it to themselves, so they go for acceptable alternatives, like curvy, plus-sized—or thicc, if they're hip. But I'm not afraid to say I'm fat, I'm just disappointed I will be waiting even longer to see a realistic reflection of that experience onscreen.

Isn't It Romantic is in theaters now.