that came from my great uncle Sam's farm in California (he sent them in barrels and they resided in his sister, Carmella's, basement to be dolled out to the family in Rochester, NY. So bitter! (But especially good with the aged provolone). As a child I was repelled by them. As an adult, I find them divine! Hard to come by here amid the corn fields. And I have to say… Though not a Rosé fan, your bottle looks so inviting! Another toast to your health!