The Pink Moustache is that hipster — the kind who uses moustache wax and looks like he just walked off of Portugal. The Man’s Feel It Still music video, possibly still in his white-on-white dungaree ensemble — that hipster. You make eye contact with him across the dance floor and you know. You. Hipster man. Those speedo briefs he’s probably wearing under that white-on-white denim. It. Is. ON. Will you exchange numbers? Names? Unlikely. Maybe it’s that fruit juice colour, or the label that makes you think of the Maybelline mascara you bought in high school, but this is the perfect one-night stand wine you do for the entertainment thrill factor of it all.
Stick your nose into The Pink Moustache’s glassy armpit, and you’re hit with that pheromone packed muskiness, hints of cologne laced with pink peppercorns and just that slight whiff of natural wine funk. Yet the mouthfeel is unexpectedly fresh and bright, with a crisp acidity prickling with red fizz pop sherbet, cherries, pink lady apples and roses. It’s a wine as nimble as hipster man’s aerobic Birkenstock-clad dance moves.
While this might have started off as the once-off you did for the anecdote, this is a wine that makes you question your initial — perhaps harsh — judgements. He’s the kind of guy with freshly laundered sheets that makes you breakfast the next day with ethically-sourced artisan coffee and a croissant he picked up at the French patisserie (obviously he lives above a French patisserie). It might not be love, but it sure exceeds the single note you’d anticipated.
Pair with: The wine you pick up after leaving the hipster’s flat on the way to your best friend’s house to divulge blow by blow details of said one-night stand, strutting down the street à la Joseph Gordon-Levitt in 500 Days of Summer complete with flash mob and animated bluebird. Or, alternatively, at a theatre bar about to watch some interpretive dance with moustachioed hipster after you agree to extend this to a two, possibly three-night arrangement.
