The NV Tradition Extra-Brut by Lelarge Pugeot doesn’t just sparkle—it performs. A glass of this isn’t something you drink alone in the dark—no, no, no. This is a wine that wants to be seen.
The color? Pure gold, catching the light like the shimmer of bare skin under silk sheets. The first scent drifts up—golden apples laced with honey, the warmth of toasted almonds, a cool sea breeze that lifts the hair at the back of your neck. It’s inviting, intoxicating, but just out of reach, lingering like a lover who knows exactly how to make you beg.
And then? The first sip. The bubbles are soft, teasing, barely-there whispers across your lips—like fingers grazing against your thigh, light enough to make you shiver. The acidity? Sharp, knowing, the kind of crispness that leaves you breathless, waiting for the next touch. And the finish? Long, slow, a retreating glance over one shoulder, a smirk that says, ‘I know you’re still watching.’
This is Champagne meant to be sipped with an audience. It wants to be admired, held, whispered about. Take it somewhere you shouldn’t. Drink it with someone who knows how to play the game. And when the last drop is gone, don’t pretend you weren’t hoping for more.
