Take a hike into Death Valley. Record temperatures have turned the sun-baked Earth into an otherworldly landscape. Sunburnt, dehydrated, and seeking refreshment, you remember the survival show where the host eats a cactus. You take a bite of the nearest one. Oops, not that one. 

Twenty minutes later, you begin seeing visions. Strawberries, red raspberries, cranberries, and rhubarb dance on the horizon. The clouds take on a hibiscus pink hue and the bright fruits of the prickly pear beckon you forward. As the sun begins to set on the hellish valley floor and a cool breeze blows in, what you see is no longer a mirage. 

Just a few feet in front of you a sun-baked skeleton rests in the sand, and in its bony hand, it clutches a can. The decomposed digits crumble as you reach for the can of Death Valley Rosé. A vulture takes flight at the sound of the can cracking open. You place it to your lips and tilt it back welcoming the crisp, red-berry tartness to reenergize your spirit. Light floral notes, all the red fruits, light lemon citrus, and a grape skin tannin work in tandem to bring you to your liquid oasis. 5.6% ABV