Despite my affinity for wine with bubbles (my personal motto is: “If it doesn’t sparkle, it doesn’t matter”), I am not a big New Year’s Eve reveller. Yesterday, we took the last of my wife’s family to the airport at 4 a.m. (yes, you read that right, four in the morning), so I really did not feel like doing much once the clock started to approach its apex.
We did manage to stay up until midnight, however, but I am pretty sure we were all in bed by the twelfth chime of the clock.
In the days leading up to Champagne’s biggest night, many people asked me what I planned on opening. I threw out a few boastful suggestions (1988 Dom Pérignon, 1995 Krug, 1996 Bollinger Grande Année), but in the end, not a single bottle of bubbles was sacrificed.
I am sure I will make up for that oversight in the coming days.
Nonetheless, I wish you all a very Happy 2018!
Happy New Year!