I have been a rosé drinker for many years, long before " rosé all day " and " brosé " because common terms. I remember when the wine exploded in popularity because friends from every corner of my life shared clothing, candy, home goods, and other peachy/pink-hued items via text or Facebook saying "This made me think of you!" But it wasn't until this past February, on a trip to Florida to visit my aunt and cousin, that I tried frosé. Sure, the recipes I saw floating around online looked tempting; if I had been at a party and it was offered to me, I definitely would't have turned it down. But the frozen strawberries and grenadine I saw in the videos and recipes turned me off. I pictured them distracting from the rosé taste, and why would I want that? And so, in February, as I sat on a patio, water-side, across from two of my favorite people, freshly off the plane I took to escape our brutal Wisconsin winter, my eyes caught sight of a fros