by Zoe Pollock

Jason Wilson tells those people to bug off:

White wine, in particular, unfortunately has become seen as a summertime dalliance. "No white between Labor Day and Memorial Day" is equally vapid advice in both fashion and wine.

... As I write this, days after the latest snowstorm, I'm sitting at my desk listening to "White Christmas." In honor of breaking stupid rules, I am dressed in a white blazer and white pants and white canvas boat shoes, and alternatively sipping from glasses of Italian whites. Italian whites! Wait! Wasn't a law passed that clearly stated those wines were for only the deck or the pool or perhaps girls' night out? Occasions, anyway, where they would be purchased by the glass or in 1.75-liter bottles? Yeah, no.

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