Mark the time: 10:21 PM MDT on a Thursday. I have made a gross generalization about one particular category of wine - rosé.
Pink wine's astronomic position in the ever-expanding wine universe is this: Rosé is made to drink and enjoy. No analytical tasting necessary. I've recently (see here) sampled serious rosé and found that I was almost let down by the wine's subtlety & complexity. In contrast, I slammed down $7.95 for a pink Garnacha from Spain and was tickled, uh, pink. Remember the axiom, "Veidah iss betta"? How's about this for a rosé regulation: "Keep it simple, sucka*".
Exhibit A in support of good, simple rosé:
Marco Real Garnacha 2006 ($6-$9; imported by S. Miles Selections). This little pink gem has everything anyone could possibly want in a summertime beverage. It's straightforward with ultra-simple scents and flavors of strawbrerry strawberry. After that, if the wine be chilled, it's mission on earth is to refresh you at the beach, on a picnic or in front of an AC vent. Senor Real scores bonus points for keeping the ABV under 13% (12.5%, to be exact). Nothing ruins a dandy rosé sipping experience more than hefty body & hot finish due to high [ethanol].
Currently Spain seems to be the epicenter for cheap & cheerful pink drinks. If you can't find M. Real, I'm sure you'll come up with another rosé josé.
*And by simple, I don't mean White Zinfandel. WZ is an abomination unto the oeno-world and should be smitten from the face of the earth. Can I get an Amen?