Oh shit! The I-think-I-passed-my-test nerd in moi just wants post my metaphorical review. The wine pseudo-professional in me wants to give tasting notes.
2015 Pedroncelli Dry Rosé of Zinfandel Dry Creek Valley
As you can see I did not dally in my support of this gold–this PINK gold–because y’know analyzing n stuff–when the wine is great I wanna talk.
Let’s give a combo of metaphor and true analyzation . This is a dry wine. Not my teenage party vino. But it is simple. In a nice berry-rich way.
It is a rich rich shade of almost-true-red pink and holds almost as much flavor as color.
There are peach and roasted strawberry notes. There is a fair amount of bracing acid (me likes!) and it could make both a wine snob and a know-nothing relatively content. Unless they want sweet wine. In which case I cannot help.
Sweet? This is not. Gooooood? Fuck. Yah.
Scrumptious Gruel 
LOL the other day my fiance and I were joking and pretending that we were describing wine…. “Mmmm yes. This has such a lovely earthy flavor with a hint of vanilla… And what is that I am tasting now… Sewage… Ahhhhh yess”
Ha, there are definitely wines that have what I like to call “eau de barnyard”!
BAH HA HA HA HA AH AH HA HA!! Makes me question humanity.