You know what they say about March, don't you? It apparently comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. Well, our Trianglian March 1st peaked at something like 70 degrees Fahrenheit and brought balmy breezes that had the playfulness of an ocelot rather than the frightful roaring of a lion. Of greater interest, each year's March reliably contains the end of a certain winter and the beginning of a the next spring. When settling down for a long winter's nap, we may have visions of sugar plums dancing in our heads, but as we awaken to the glow of warmer weather, we're much more content to fantasize about the fantastic freshness of chilled rosés and aromatic white wines. Ask us about our favorites! After all, we're not sheepish...