Making a Rose is like roller-blading on ice. You go careering around the place, in a sort of languid, out of control spin. Everything is a blur, you loose your grip, but it’s such a hoot, you do it again and again. Our aim is to make a dry, floral, rich, spicy wine with a magical pink glow that compliments rich, complex food. It is called Semaphore after the flag language used extensively in Cape Town before more sophisticated communication. There used to be a navy signalman stationed on the top of Signal Hill. It was his responsibility to communicate the details of approaching ships to the Port Captain and Castle Commander. This is somewhat of a mystery because the wind blows so often in the Cape that there would have been only a few days a year anyone would have understood what he was spelling out.