Since I'm on the record as partial to white wine, you might imagine that I normally don't give blushes a second glance, let alone a first. Blushes are the ghostly pretenders to the estimable red-wine tradition, the jaded, faded synthetics that infect the letter and the spirit of the trade. Go ahead. Splash some under one armpit and leave the other unattended for 48 hours. If both don't smell the same at the end of the allotted time, you've mistaken the blush for a canister of Old Spice.
But rules are full of exceptions (that's how they got to be rules). Accordingly, I see no choice but to recommend the 2005 Banfi Centine Rosé, out of the Tuscany region of Central Italy. It looks and smells for all the world like a liquid carnation—but there's way more to this than meets the external senses. It's at its best as an apéritif, served with a small salad or finger foods (try it with a really good prosciutto or provolone; if that's not among the tastiest and most agreeable of wine-cheese pairings, then no such pairing exists). It's actually not too bad by itself, either—but I wouldn't trust it alongside a big meal, especially one in which meat's involved. It simply wouldn't complement all that bulk.
Then again, it's not supposed to. It's a blush, for Pete's sake, one you can find among the others at better wine vendors for a mere $11.99 ($10.99 apiece at BevMo if you buy a six-pack). Bring it home, crack out the salad and cheese and kick the tires—you'll see that as blushes go, this one has nothing to blush about.