“Let’s Get Lost.”
I love champagne because of its accidental creation assisted by Mother Nature. I also love champagne because of man’s failed attempt to tame her effervescent character and then surrender to her.
For years the monk, Dom Perignon tried to make wine in Champagne without bubbles and in the process created some of the most important rules for making wine. But it was Dom Perignon’s assistant, who convinced Claude Moet that the bubbles were the magic of champagne. And it was Claude Moet who made Louis the XV and his head mistress fall in love with champagne. Mdme. Pompadour said, “Champagne is the only wine that makes me feel prettier.” From that point champagne fueled the Royal Court’s debauchery though the 1700s and right into the revolution. It is said that champagne was the last thing Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette drank before heading to the guillotine.
Like Mdme. Pompadour, I love champagne because no wine makes me feel the same way champagne does. It slows the pace of time; lazy, languorous bubbles, meandering upward. It’s easy to get lost in their journey, forget the world around you and just be. And that is why I prefer pairing champagne with moments, not food, but ordinary, spontaneous moments. They become special because we’ve slowed the pace of time and created our history.