Pink Goes Red Ray Isle sits down with the mega-sell­ing singer to talk about her new job as a wine­maker.

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ASK ALE­CIA MOORE, oth­er­wise known as the pop artist Pink, what she loves, and there’s a very good chance you’ll hear the word “wine.” An en­counter with a Châteauneuf-du-Pape in her twen­ties led to a con­tin­u­ing pas­sion, cul­mi­nat­ing in her pur­chase of an 18-acre or­ganic vine­yard in Santa Bar­bara County in 2013; now she’s wine­maker of record for her soon-to-be-re­leased Two Wolves wines.

Most celebrity wines are brand­ing ex­er­cises, but Moore’s is an ex­cep­tion: She sur­rep­ti­tiously took wine­mak­ing cour­ses at the Univer­sity of Cal­i­for­nia, Davis and works lengthy days in her vine­yard along with her team. “It’s the hard­est I’ve ever worked, phys­i­cally,” she says. “Way harder than a con­cert.” That’s worth not­ing from some­one whose lat­est tour had her singing up­side down in an aerial har­ness three sto­ries above the crowd.

RI: I know you love mu­sic, but what started your love for wine? AM: It was when Roger [Davies], my man­ager, or­dered me some Château de Beau­cas­tel for the first time. I was like, “Ah—this is not Manis­che­witz.” Then it’s like one of those slow-mo­tion mon­tages. Like one time we were in Paris on tour, and I was bored and was like, “I have to find this

Châteauneuf-du-Pape place.” So I just took the train to Avi­gnon with my bass player. I didn’t even re­al­ize Châteauneuf was a re­gion, not a win­ery! We ac­tu­ally ran out of money, and I ended up singing for cheese sand­wiches on the street in Avi­gnon—I think I sang Édith Piaf. Fi­nally, the record com­pany sent a driver to pick us up and take us home. RI: And some­how now, years later, you’re ac­tu­ally a wine­maker?

AM: I am. I’m the of­fi­cial wine­maker for Two Wolves, our es­tate. It’s a gor­geous prop­erty. It was 18 acres of vine­yard, al­ready cer­ti­fied or­ganic, when we moved in; now we’re at 25 [acres]. I love phys­i­cal work. I prune vines while lis­ten­ing to Beck. That’s why I wanted to live here. I could do this—mak­ing wine—for the rest of my life. I mean, I’ll prob­a­bly be in a tutu in Ve­gas when I’m 69, but if I have to be in a tutu, at least I’ll be drink­ing my own damn wine.

RI: What do you think the re­sponse will be to the wine?

AM: I don’t know. I’m ex­cited, and I’m ter­ri­fied. It’s been re­ally fun to have this be my se­cret be­cause I’ve never had one. I mean, I got kicked out of my house when I was 15 years old, I dropped out of school, and six months later I had a record deal. I’ve been per­form­ing ever since.

RI: Fame def­i­nitely doesn’t al­low for a lot of pri­vacy, does it?

AM: Fame ends up be­ing its own beau­ti­fully adorned cage. Be­ing a singer has been awe­some and aw­ful—every­thing I thought it could be and more. Since I grew up in a bro­ken home, the one thing I wanted was a fam­ily that some­how would work. Then, once I had that, I wanted some­where to go with my fam­ily aside from mu­sic, some­where I was just as pas­sion­ate about. And that’s this place, these vine­yards.

RI: I just have to ask, are you go­ing to make a rosé?

AM: I al­ready do! We make a Gre­nache rosé, which is fan­tas­tic. But I refuse to re­lease it. If I put a pink wine out first? “Pink’s rosé?” That’d be aw­ful!

Singing can wait; Moore is in her vine­yard full-time dur­ing crush.

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