It begins with a vision—pearled light spilling through marble columns, bodies draped in silk and sin, the air thick with divinity and danger. The first sip is prophecy: golden apple, lemon balm, baked brioche kissed by immortality. The bubbles rise like prayers from a trembling mouth—fine, persistent, and far too knowing. This isn’t just Champagne. It’s nectar smuggled from Olympus, fermented in secret, and slipped to mortals who dare taste too much.
Pinot Noir brings structure. Meunier tempts with flesh. Chardonnay lifts it into the clouds—only to drop you gently into a sea of chalk and spice. It’s refined, yes, but make no mistake—this is a chalice of temptation. One glass turns into worship. Two, into surrender.
Serve with scallop crudo, Comté aged in caves, or ambrosia you eat off someone else's skin.
Region: Épernay, Montagne de Reims, Champagne, France Grapes: Pinot Noir, Pinot Meunier, Chardonnay
