Moncontour Cremant Rose

Now that we are in the festive home stretch of the holidays, I am feeling a bit nostalgic. Nothing gets me going quite like memories of New Years’ past. Every year had its own sensibility and underlying theme. I remember the first New Year’s Eve when I was allowed to go to a party without my folks. It was magic. That feeling of luxury coupled with celebratory abandon was encapsulated perfectly in the midnight toast. The anticipation, the count down, and the “POP” of corks was sublime. (In the name of good taste I wont take that metaphor any further.)

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