In classic form, I stated that the results of my rosé tasting would be posted yesterday; of course, I am only getting to them today. But the world does seem to be spinning on its axis, so evidently promptness wasn't all that important.
In any case, I tasted through twenty-odd rosés today in the always-pleasant-to-be-in F&W Tasting Room, and came out of it feeling a few things. First, southern France still rules when it comes to pink wine. Not that there aren't good rosés from other places, but the Languedoc, Provence, Saumur, etc. always seem to come out tops whenever I do a survey tasting like this. Two, when rosé is bad, it's really depressing. There's nothing worse than a cheerful, fun wine that's actively unpleasant (for instance, odors of canned corn or flavors recalling watermelon Jolly Ranchers). Three, old rosé—with the exception of Lopez de Heredia's truly unusual bottling, which is released so old that it's sort of fascinating & wonderful—is a mistake. Buy the current vintage, or be prepared for the world of canned-corn-watermelon-candy-yech.