Oh here we go again.
It has been a while since I wrote something for which I do apologise to my beloved reader. Every since I got a smart phone and got sucked into the black of hole of a reflected screen, I rarely use the laptop.
I admit that my Champagne intake diminished too, but I cannot say I have been entirely sober.
The usual dilemma is often exacerbated by an expectation that I am trying to meet, in fact more candidly, exceed all my previous sensational experiences.
It is my curse to have drunk so much. It is also the curse of drinking so much that what once seemed thrilling now seems ordinary.
I see no point in digging deep to discover why that is so, because what I am about to say makes me forget about it.
I discovered an extremely reasonable and sensational, and at long last a 'classic' Champagne.
A stroke of folly, or luck, made me chose a bottle that looked simple. I bit the bullet and I was very impressed. The village is so famous for its big Chardonnays I was expecting something with weight and quite ripe with good balance of sugars and acids. It was still a non-vintage so I had my raving reigned in.
On opening, all my expectations were met. The wine was big, bold, balanced, with character, elegant, seductive and marvellous to drink. I sighed of relief that this was, at last, A CLASSIC Champagne. Toasty notes mingling with candied fruits, yet on the palette lively acids added to elegance, making it virtually luscious.
Sigh!
It all to an end when I finished the bottle.
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