On a sunny day in the South of France, over a typically langorous French lunch, Jamie Ivey, his wife, Tanya, and their friend, Peter, discover the distinct pleasures of drinking a bottle of cool, pale rosé in the Mediterranean sun. Far from the plonk he's used to in England, Jamie is entranced by a blushing wine that is seen as no more than an aperitif by the French, but one that is rising in popularity all over the world. Owing to a translation mishap, Jamie finds himself challenged to the task of finding the ...
On a sunny day in the South of France, over a typically langorous French lunch, Jamie Ivey, his wife, Tanya, and their friend, Peter, discover the distinct pleasures of drinking a bottle of cool, pale rosé in the Mediterranean sun. Far from the plonk he's used to in England, Jamie is entranced by a blushing wine that is seen as no more than an aperitif by the French, but one that is rising in popularity all over the world. Owing to a translation mishap, Jamie finds himself challenged to the task of finding the palest bottle of rosé in France. Rising to the occasion, Jamie sets off with Tanya and Peter in tow through the vineyards of France to find the elusive bottle. They visit the main rosé producing areas, trawl through every tiny bar and sample the local bistros. Peter noses out the local specialties, as well as the best purveyors for threateningly odoriferous cheeses. "Extremely Pale Rosé" is food and travel writing in the best tradition as Jamie and his fellow travelers eat, sip, and taste with the colorful vintners, chefs, bakers and townspeople who live in and among the vineyards. Readers will be delighted. It's the perfect book to read on a summer day while sipping a glass of icy Bandol, nibbling on a bit of baguette and dreaming of the south of France.
British attorney Ivey's first book is a memoir of his summer-long adventure scouring the wine-producing regions in France. With his wife, Tanya, and their charismatic, freewheeling friend Peter in tow, Ivey accepts a challenge to find the palest ros wine in France. Though considered lightweight by serious French wine connoisseurs, a cool glass of ros is growing more popular in the rest of the world. These three Brits spend a summer nosing through vineyards and local caf s throughout France, looking for their prize. Along the way, they encounter French wine aficionados both haughty and amiable, as well as local chefs, vintners, and an eccentric mayor who outlawed Bermuda shorts in favor of Speedos. The travelers stay in small local hotels, inns, and homes and enjoy several local festivals and markets and taste a multitude of French wine and food. Ivey's account is witty escapism for those who enjoy, or enjoy reading about, good wine, good food, and good travel. For all public libraries. Joel Jones, Kansas City P.L., MO Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Delightfully quirky debut describes one couple's quest for the palest rose in all of France. The author and wife Tanya are British Francophiles, escaping their hectic London life every chance they get for a week across the Channel. They are also great devotees of rose, that in-between pinkish wine that has long been considered the stepchild of reds and whites. Their loves came together one summer when, while sipping a deliciously pale rose at a French vineyard, Jamie, Tanya and their traveling buddy Peter found themselves chatting with the vintner, who insisted there was no paler rose in all of France. It was a dare, of course: Could this trio of wine connoisseurs find a paler sample of their favorite wine? So began a months-long tour through France in search of the mythical rose. The trip got off to an auspicious start; in Paris, they met a charming and loquacious restaurateur who suggested vineyards they should visit and winemakers they should meet. The search took them to Champagne, the Jura and Bordeaux. They visited quaint markets, small-town dances and, of course, countless vineyards. Ivey plots his story well: The quest, which sometimes seems hopeless, unfolds with just the right soupcon of suspense. The author sought the holy grail of pale rose, but he was also after knowledge. He wanted to know how wine is made; why most French folks have always sneeringly dismissed rose; and why, despite its second-class status, it is becoming trendy in certain circles. Of course, the vinous adventures sometimes took on a metaphorical quality, as when an enigmatic stranger in a bar, who turned out to be a shrink, told Ivey that "people on a quest only think they know what they're searching for."Tanya thought she was looking for permanent relocation to France. The occasional tension between husband and wife over where they should settle lends a certain gravity to this breezy travel memoir. Full-bodied.