Late in the workday.
"Not fizzy enough."
What do you think of this?
We pour a little into a plastic cup. I sniff.
Wow. Biscuits and almonds, and toast. Fizz up your nose.
I sip. Bubbly, satiny, golden. Fruit metaphors pale to uselessness. The fruit of the tree of the garden of Eden, perhaps.
My, that's good. What are people thinking?
They don't know what they're buying. We'll see if we can get this capped up and you can take it home. Try to get a replacement for it.
Okay then. And thank you.
When I get it home I peer into the dark bottle with the oddly thin neck and realize it's half full. So the complaining customer sampled quite a bit before deciding it wouldn't do.
I take out a champagne flute, peer at that to make sure it's clean, and pour in Gosset Brut Grande Reserve. Nose in the glass, sip-and-savor routine. Think. Assess. But it's so enjoyable it seems beyond mere description. You just have to close your eyes in bliss and laugh. Doesn't matter that no one's watching. Wouldn't matter if anyone was.
Retail, about $70. Maybe it means that.
Psst. One tiny, tiny thing. It did kind of go flat in the glass pretty quickly. Like, in ten minutes. Is that secretly a sign of legendary quality?