Rosé champagne according Richard Juhlin

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Richard Juhlin

Hand on the heart would you leave your newborn son dressed in pink? Will you proudly attend with a bouquet of pink roses on his graduation day? Hardly! No color is as strongly value-laden and gender-controlled as the romantic and soft creamy color pink. I just need to go to myself. I have never ever bought a pink gadget, but have always been kneeled by rose-skinned blondes who dress in cut creations. There is also nothing more sensual than pink lips.

I also get a moody expectant feeling in my stomach when the Japanese cherry trees are in full spring bloom. The pink leader shirt in Giro d´Italia is anything but goofy and Sicilian tan macho men in Palermo have the Italian league’s best looking sweaters in bright cream tart pink. The Pink Panther is my favorite animal and, overall, I must reluctantly admit that I still like the color pink, which for a real man, even in feminine Sweden, is anything but politically correct. Rosé champagne then? Is it also girly and politically incorrect for us men? It took a while before we realized why they were staring at us, but me and my photographer Pål Allan were often regarded as a suspicious love couple when, during our first trips to champagne, we ordered a rose champagne for dinner after our tough work days.

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