"What are you, a girl? Is this girls' night out?" That's what a friend, an investment banker, shouted at me, on a steamy summer night a couple of years back, when the waitress brought my cool, refreshing glass of Corte Gardoni Bardolino Chiaretto. I didn't flinch. As an American male who happens to enjoy drinking rosé, I'd heard worse. He continued: "Seriously, dude. Blush wine?"
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