VinDivine

It’s Monday AM. Weather sucks. Market’s in the crapper. My 401(k) is broke and I’m gonna have to work ’til I croak. At this juncture, it’s time to make a serious decision: Leap off the roof like those loony bastards in the ’20s (or…2009) or…pop a bottle of bubs! The Vintage 1990 Nicolas Feuillatte Palmes d’Or, to be exact. Like a solar flare it brightened my dreary morning mood! And went great with my french toast. Bien sur, they are both french, no?

OK, plebeians here’s what it’s all about: It’s like lighting fire to 3 hundy-dollar bills, but way more pleasurable. This stuff is classy, sassy and sophisticated all in one. Kinda like the other J. Tiny bubbles…wait, didn’t Don Ho sing that? Crap, I’ll never get that outta my mind now. Let’s try to forget. Soo, the superfine bubbles on this bad boy letcha know it’s a killer bottle. No club soda fizz here! Man, I am sure Mr. Feuillatte is rolling over in his grave about this review.

Anyhoo, let’s continue: This outstanding wine, with it’s teensy tiny bubbles that tantalize your tongue, tastes great too! I enjoyed notes of biscuit, almond paste, subtle vanilla flavors and the fruit…hmm let’s see. Apricot on the front and a little bit of lemon on the finish. No shit! This rode-hard-and-put-away-wet palate still has a few more zingers left in the tank!

So, like I said. Life is short. You’re gonna die. The economy blows. Drink Champagne! It’s the biggest F-You ya can do:)