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"You would bring rosé, wouldn't you?" my brother called out mockingly, as we floated down the White River, in Stockbridge, VT.
I smiled, and sipped the last few drops of Frisk Prickly Grenache rosé from my GoVino glass. A wash of red cherry and pomegranate flavors caressed my tongue, offering a subtle hint of sweetness that was balanced by a healthy dose of acidity. It was nearly 95 degrees outside, and aside from being on a tube in the middle of the river, I could think of little else that I would rather have to help me beat the heat. "Of course," I replied, giving my brother a smile. "It's the middle of summer, it's hot, and we're river tubing. Why wouldn't I bring a rosé?"
"That's true," my brother acknowledged. "I suppose rosé has become something of a tubing tradition."
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