It's Dutch.
(Sort of.)
Zwembad is Dutch for swimming pool. Say it out loud and you're already most of the way to Swimbad. A pool wine deserved a pool name — so we borrowed one and let it go swimming.
Though we like to think literature nearly got there first. In the 1920s, on his way to being tried for obscenity, James Joyce wrote:
And on and on and on. Given enough time, he might just have gotten to Swimbad the Sailor. We choose to believe he would have.
Either way, we're weary of the notion that wine must somehow be important, when it really needs only to taste good to be of worth. Sure, we all have differing ideas of what tastes good. But there are some wines almost everyone finds pleasing.
Rosé is that.
The label. Also the entire business plan.

