#Crémant

[alwayswonderingandwandering]

bubbles

[coulisses-onirisme]

Limoux, ville viticole de l'aide, 100 km de Toulouse, 24 km de Carcassonne. La Blanquette de Limoux (méthode champenoise) impératif cépage MAUZAC 90%, choisir la qualité plus...

À comparer Crémant d'Alsace de Bourgogne de Bordeaux ou Clairette de Die... Un spritz avec de la Blanquette de Limoux et du Campari aucune hésitation

[gastronominho]

Novidades no portfólio francês da Henkell Freixenet

A marca traz novas categorias de bebidas ao seu portfólio lançando Champagne e Crémant

A marca traz novas categorias de bebidas ao seu portfólio lançando Champagne e Crémant A Henkell Freixenet acaba de anunciar o lançamento de duas novas categorias de bebidas para o Brasil: o Champagne Alfred Gratien e o Crémant Gratien & Meyer. Especificamente, os espumantes da região de Champagne, na França, são reconhecidos pela sua excelência e tradição. Com 160 anos de tradição, a Maison…

[informations-pratiques]

Recette Soupe Angevine

Apprenez à préparer vous-mêmes la fameuse Soupe Angevine, en suivant cette recette de cocktail facile à réaliser.

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[nomadeurbain]

Wolfberger x Weinsanton, des papillons à déguster : l’idée boisson du jour 7/24

Le calendrier de l'Avent des idées de boissons de Nomade Urbain 7/24 : Wolfberger x Weinsanton, des papillons à déguster

En quête d’un spiritueux original pour les fêtes, d’un breuvage brassé, voire sans alcool ? Mon coup de pouce, partager avec vous quelques coups de cœur. Ce jour, je vous propose la collection Wolfberger x Weinsanton et ses cuvées Papillon aussi variées que pleine de vie en bouche. Wolfberger x Weinsanton : Célébrant cette année ses 120 ans, la Maison Wolfberger voit la vigne en grand. Victor…

[blondebehindthebucket]

Crémant

Crémant is sparkling wine from France. It’s typically made with more grapes than champagne. Champagne is made typically made using three or in some cases one grape varietals. The process, methode traditionelle, the same for both. The wine can only be called champagne if it’s from the Champagne region of France and crémant if it’s from one of its producing regions; Loire, Alsace, Bourgogne, and…

[ot9000]

Les Grands Chais de France Precious Day Crémant de Bordeaux France - Bordeaux

[dijonbeaune]

Une coupe avec… Stéphane Bescond, nouveau président du JDA Business Club

DijonBeaune.fr invite une personnalité autour d’un crémant de Bourgogne. Stéphane Bescond, dirigeant de l’agence événementielle 5 Majeur et nouveau président du JDA Business Club inaugure cet interview apéritive. DijonBeaune.fr invite à l’apéro Stéphane Bescond, figure du basket dijonnais et chef d’entreprise. © Edouard Barra Le crémant de Bourgogne, pour vous c’est…L’esprit de partage, de…

[winemastery]

French Sparkling Wine that is not Champagne Bouillot Cremant de Bourgogne Grand Reserve -Episode 400

[syrahqueen]

Bring The ‘Unexpected’ To Your Holiday Table

Bring The ‘Unexpected’ To Your Holiday Table

The holidays are a time of year when family and friends gather around a dinner table for good food, drink and conversation. This year, bring a deliciously unexpected libation to the table for everyone to discover and enjoy. Unexpected Sparkling: Crémant d’Alsace These lively sparkling wines from France’s northeast corner are made in the traditional method, adding a touch of luxury without the…

[pears-palette]

A couple of classical art inspired Farcille rough sketches for WIP Wednesday. The left one inspired by Gustav Klimt’s 1908 painting “The Kiss” and the one on the right was loosely inspired by Alphonse Mucha’s 1899 piece “Moët & Chandon - Crémant Impérial”.

[lisbeth-kk]

December moments

Prompts used in this chapter: Christmas crackers - favourite tradition - celebration - exhausted

Let’s head over to 221B Baker Street and see if Sherlock’s able to be civil and enjoy a social happening. I’ll let you in on a secret; there will be obstacles to tackle.

December 18

After last year’s disaster of a Christmas party, Sherlock has reluctantly agreed to give it another try. 

“It’s all different this year, Sherlock,” John assures him. “I have no girlfriend, but a boyfriend, and Molly’s gotten over you, so there’ll be no awkward moments whatsoever.”

Sherlock looks sceptically at him. 

“Have you ever heard of a Christmas party without awkward moments, John?” he inquires. 

John just chuckles and points to the ceiling. Sherlock knows perfectly well that they’re standing under one of the twenty mistletoes, so he gives in and catches John’s lower lip and sucks languidly at it as if it were a candy stick. John wraps his arms around Sherlock’s waist and kisses back eagerly. Mrs. Hudson’s usual yoo-hoo interrupts them and Sherlock huffs unapprovingly. John swats his arse and walks over to their landlady to relieve her of her tray filled with finger food.

“You’re a star, Mrs. Hudson,” John declares and pecks her cheek. 

She smiles pleased and turns her cheek up to Sherlock for another kiss. He bows gallantly and does as she expects. 

A few minutes later almost all the guests have arrived, and Sherlock is about to open the bottles of Crémant, when he freezes. An unwanted and certainly uninvited guest arrives with his normal superciliousness. 

“What is he doing here?” he hisses to John who’s fetched the champagne flutes. 

“I don’t know. This wasn’t my doing, love,” John says when Sherlock gives him one of his looks. 

Sherlock sighs and kisses John’s temple then opens the bottles with a bit more force than necessary, making corks fly and Mrs. Hudson and Molly to squeal. 

***

“Why are you here?” Sherlock asks his brother through gritted teeth when the others are occupied with the Christmas crackers. 

“Am I not allowed to visit my brother…” Mycroft begins before Sherlock cuts him off. 

“Visiting and ruining our party, you mean? No, Mycroft!”

“Long time no see, Mycroft,” a voice says behind Sherlock’s back. 

It turns out to be Greg all smiles and polite manners, with a hand outstretched to greet Mycroft. 

“Gregory,” Mycroft smiles and shakes the DI’s hand warmly. 

“You’re late,” Sherlock huffs at Greg and walks to stand by the window. 

How had it escaped him that Mycroft and Greg were this familiar with each other? Mycroft rarely used John’s first name for God’s sake!

A warm hand is placed on the small of Sherlock’s back and some of the tension in his body dissipates. 

“Why don’t you play for us for a bit. Get some of that brotherly love off your shoulders,” John murmurs against Sherlock’s ear. 

Sherlock hums amiably and breathes in the familiar scent of John. 

“Keep your eyes on George and my brother. They’re clearly up to no good,” Sherlock whispers and gives John a lop-sided grin. 

John laughs and gives Sherlock’s arm a squeeze and walks over to the two women on the sofa, who make room for him to sit and enjoy what will become John’s favourite tradition: Sherlock playing seasonal music and every pair of eyes fixed on him has a benevolent expression.  

***

“On a scale from 1 to 10, how exhausted are you after our celebration?” John wants to know after he’s got his breath back. 

Sherlock lies boneless and utterly satisfied on his stomach, having John’s come trickling out of his arse. 

“Do you mean the party or the fact that you’ve fucked all my brain cells to the next galaxy?” Sherlock mutters into his pillow. 

John’s low chuckle makes Sherlock’s heart skip a beat. He turns onto his back and gazes up at John with slightly unfocused eyes. 

Has John ever been more beautiful than in this minute? He looks like a Roman warrior who’s won the greatest battle. 

“Come here,” Sherlock drawls and reaches out to John who comes willingly. 

“Your answer,” John prompts. 

Sherlock yawns and curls up in John’s arms, not caring a fig about what question he’s supposed to know the answer to. 

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[0utrenoir]

drinking crémant de Loire out of a plastic mcdonald cup.

[meilas]

Phantom of the Opera Wine List

Your wine sommeliers: 

@meilas: Concept, Graphics, Layout, Project Manager, Hadley, Barbara the Mannequin

@gwalchmedi: Franc D’Ambrosio, Norm Lewis, Drew Sarich, Peter Joback, Bronson Norris Murphy, Hugh Panaro, Michael Crawford, Jonathan Roxmouth, Jeremy Stolle, Barbara the Mannequin, Ethan Freeman, Peter Karrie, Dmitry Ermak, Earl Carpenter

inspired by @mxbuster: Uwe Kroger

inspired by @petittneko: Saulo Vasconcelos, Thiago Arancam

@devilswalkingstick: Cooper and triptychs

@when-it-rains-it-snows: Ben Lewis

DocTy: Alexander Goebel

Tina: Gina Beck

@from-aldebaran: Derrick Davis and proof-reader

@therosenpants: proof-reader and taste-tester

@box5intern: Christopher Carl

This wine list could not have turned out so well without the loving dedication of everyone involved. Thank you everyone for putting up with this silly project for so long!

D’Ambrosio Vintage Vintage 1962, best run 1998 Other nicknames: Cabernet Franc; Franc D’Amn that’s good!

Slither yourself down somewhere comfortable and loosen a few buttons while you steal a taste, slowly swirling your tongue around a luscious mouthful of this full-bodied, ambrosial red. Every note stays with you while you are distracted by its elegant looks, get reeled in by a silvery touch, and feel it gliding along your throat. As you swallow, a slow leisurely piquancy reveals a muscular body and delivers a prominent, long, full finish. A total god of a wine. Keeps giving satisfaction long after you have embraced your last glassful.

Bottling notes: The reddest of red wines in the bluest of containers, and the perfect precursor to pants-less pastimes. Comes in our most prominent bottle.

Saulo Vasconcelos, vintage 1999

An epic year for Brazilian wines, this timeless choice has performed in many a fine vintage bottle. A few tastings will assure you that this wine leaves you anything but Miserable, being a bit of a beast in disguise. Delightfully playful, sensuously hands-on with its flavour, and encasing you in its warm, chocolate tones, you’ll find yourself helplessly succumbing to its embrace. A proper, stern Daddy of a wine, this is one for those who like their types mature and commanding. De Nada!

Crémant NormLew Château Tallahassee

A first for a Crémant from this region of Florida, you’ll be getting a plethora of orchard fruits here with delightful baritone notes! Up there with the finest of champagnes, just enjoy how this Crémant gives such a unique expression of its appellation.

Peter Jöback

This fiery Scandinavian grape is a notoriously difficult one to grow well, but prolific once it takes hold, which makes this lovely drop of sleek Swedish red even more impressive! The acidity has a true, tenor register, a light note that is just right for pairings with other Swedish delicacies, I'd say. Very quaffable indeed.

Drew Sarich

With a very young feel to this Veltliner grape, it actually delivers a surprise that is a decade ahead of itself. This wine has a long taste on the tongue, sitting there like a kitten purring in your lap. Delightfully complex, this is a New York socialite of a vintage with a phantasm of aromatic perfume on it which is absolutely phenomenal. It’s fascinating how the acidity is so high that it somewhat devilishly disguises the wine’s natural sweetness.

Dreamclimber from the House of Derrick Davis Two pressings, 2016-2017 and 2019-2020

An astonishingly underappreciated vintage, Dreamclimber will make you abandon your defenses from the very first sip. A potent mix of smooth deep notes of dark oak ranging upward to a soaring sunshiney sweetness, the positive energy in every bottle offers sweet intoxication and will fundamentally alter your outlook on life. The dynamic and passionate essence of Dreamclimber elevates everything around it, so if you need to restage a meal, add this bold and muscular yet soft and sensual wine to your table. Want to stay one step ahead of the crowd? Catch a Broadway-bound dream of a wine and you can say you were among the first to realize its genuine and soul-stirring star power. Dreamclimber has the uplifting soulfulness to take you and your guests to where you long to be!

Bronson Norris Murphy Variety: Babygrapes

The very youngest of our vintages, this wine has brought out excitingly different comments from our patrons. Respected Voices talk knowledgeably either about its Wheel of Flavours, or enjoy a genuine Laugh about how this rush of taste almost knocks them over; still others amongst the cognoscenti talk about its delightfully Icie youthfulness and endearing features, or how a glassful taken at bedtime would counter a Snowy cold evening. One Purist anonymously chuckled that a grape as vigorous as this could be put in more than one setting and still retain its delightful, child-like boyish charms. Two stunningly dressed patrons, in Rose and Cora(l), admitted they’d been given a taste of this wine secretly, a sort of cameo appearance before its launch, and had felt the vibes of the overt rosehip and petal flavours long before it had become popular. The pair’s general consensus was that this vintage was young enough to Make It on the scene, although the coquettish undertones about vinicultural size and handspan were elusively enticing. The Vast Glassy Orangery was agog with gossip about some Baguette-wielding youth (and their noteworthy tailoring) having hugely overdosed on the tasting previously, almost knocking their socks off with its pale beauty and fragrant scents. Their partner in crime, a clear Persephone of a beauty, was wearing delicious couture from the House of ChristineGrrl, and the effect of this duo almost matched the effect of the wine’s heady aroma on the delightfully younger crowd. Suffice to say the vintage was a resounding success and its aura of vinicultural adolescence bursting into manhood held everyone in its attractive grasp. One worth keeping.

Panaro Prosecco

The elevation that every note in this charismatic, versatile Prosecco provides ensures that the bubbles in this Panaro Prosecco are so much lighter than in the flatter and usually insipid Chagny Champagnes to which they are unfairly compared. For me, there is no contest; crystal clear delivery, in a bottle with movie star good looks, this vintage delivers a deliciously singing bouquet, with beautifully crisp notes of apple to finish.

Michael Crawford, vintage 1986

Oh yes, this most venerable of English sparkling wines has a well-rounded palate with a hint of the most delicate, sweetest of orchard fruits giving way to deeper notes of Parisian brioche, with a hint of French kisses. French, I hear you ask - but did you know that English winemakers use the same traditional method that the French use to produce Champagne?

Jonathan Roxmouth, vintage b.1987, run 2011-2012, 2019

Not an easy Chenin Blanc grape variety to like on first encounter, this South African powerhouse has a drawn-out tingle which stays on your tongue, and wanders high into your head. The yearning feel to break out in full fruit mode is hidden beneath the complex mix of earthy, graveyard depths. You may feel the emotional and smoky hint of stalk, but a flash of strength beneath its velvet glove packs a punch like no other. Rox your Sox.

The St(r)olle

The smoothest of our wines, this will simultaneously quench your thirst and leave you begging for more. In parts of America, this vintage used to be obscure, yet when you taste it, you’ll wonder why.  This wine takes a confident, sassy stroll across your palate, its taste coiling a lasso around you as rock solid as Henry Cavill’s abs. Achingly rich and smooth, sporting lush, sweet toned, deep throated berry notes tinged with vanilla, it has suave yet elemental flavors pushing out from a deep, muscular centre. One not to be trifled with.

Barbara the Mannequin, vintage 1988

Wooden and oaky, this wine is perfect for poorly-thought-out proposals. We’ve all known at least one weird, dorky guy who somehow engineered a vision of a hot chick.  This wine is that chick.  Barbara is also known for its thin, acid nature, bolstered with a dressing that feels domineering, but sadly is only a foreshadowing of a disappointingly textured mouthfeel, with little middle, and an abrupt finish.

Hadley Fraser, vintage: 2 weeks old

A light dessert wine that sometimes forgets how it is supposed to taste. It’s not its fault. Really. We just didn’t give it enough time before bottling it.

Alexander Goebel Der Goebel Veltliner - Vintage 1988

Often overlooked and replaced by the Freeman, its direct descendant, the Goebel is the true original flavour of Vienna's best vineyards, planted and cultivated by the same London vintners that originated the Crawford. Since 1988 the deep rich tones of Dunkelheit in this wine have melted the heart and palate of real connoisseurs around the globe, who also appreciate the high Skan-da-lös and Maskenball notes that follow the first taste. Best served in the Original Cast environment (especially accompanied with a side dish of Nistler and Pfeifer) to highlight its most recognizable qualities, it is also recommended in its "boot" version where its taste is sublimated by visual experience to heighten each sensation.

Peter Karrie

Vintage with a distinctive voice. A commanding flavour, this is a wine both dangerous and elegant, one a chivalrous soul would offer to another, with a heart-rending tone, and an unparalleled physicality and wealth of detail. This grape makes the wine totally in a class of its own, with a wandering taste yet, by some rare and strange alchemy, with a touch of the rock band too. A bit of The Wolf in this bottle.

Ermak Syrah

Our only Slavic wine to date. Once phans sneak a taste of Ermak, they become avid for this imposing Russian grape. Its notes are powerful and bright, dominated by scents of ripe rich raspberry, and a touch of smoke that either comes from barrels toasted over a hickory flame or all that sexy heat. The Eastern European earthy touch, common in ‘Old World’ Syrah, is always present on the back of the palate, but bright succulent flavours mingle with those of hazelnut and chocolate. The tannins swirl like Rusalki across your taste buds, as smooth and alluring as Ermak himself.

G. Beck, vintage 2010

A silken, dry, red English wine with a strong note of blackcurrant. There’s a hint of youthfulness in its complexities. A wine so lovely it will bring tears to your eyes, as the taste conjures up the image of wistfully walking through a graveyard while crying about your father. Perfect after a day of tired feet from wearing heels and heavy gala dresses for too long, and with dark chocolate… or perhaps even Marmite on toast, if you’re feeling adventurous? It has also been blessed by a certain soprano’s tuxedo cat, because why not.

Tested and reviewed by: Tina, who was definitely in a country where the legal age of drinking is 17 at the time. She immediately bought nearly the entire stock and gave it a 6 out of 5 stars rating.

Thiago Arancam, vintage 1982

A total Batata Bonita, this wine from a little-known grape has been successfully transplanted from 13,000 feet up at Insosso Opera’s vineyard to the less stratospheric Sem Sal Palco Musical’s estate. You might call it a vinho on a budget mais fácil. With an early unmasking of a distinct brasiliaro flavour, this is one wine which ought to know how to show its range of notes, but sometimes just pales into insignificance.

Earl Carpenter

A strong bold grape should produce an overbearing wine. Instead, what we have here is viniculture’s version of a smooth Movie Star. Nuanced, sensual and gentle on the palate, it has a buttery feel, although on occasion this vintage’s notes are somewhat uncertain. Building up towards a taste explosion, too much enthusiastic sampling will find you too far gone to stop at the final reveal.

BEN BEN BEN Shiraz 2011

BEN BEN BEN is most curious; the 2011 is one of just two Phantom varietals that are easily acquired, yet rarely is it recommended. Best suited to the mad friends of Dionysus, this Australian Shiraz is a magic show as run by the white tigers:  absolutely beautiful, but whose idea was this? It cannot possibly end well… No amount of familiarity with the Brilliant Original will prepare the palate for this Absolute Beast. Expect to be dragged from delicately smoky baritone lows to peppery near-tenor highs; you may feel a little wide-eyed as you study the legs and ponder what that cheekbone is doing to the mouthfeel. Swooning is fine, this glass will pick you up from the floor, it is broad shouldered and surprisingly sweet.

A word to the wise: don't finish the bottle. Pour out that last twenty minutes in memory of the rare 2018 vintage, BEN! KELLY! BEN! KELLY!, of which no complete bottles exist.

Uwe Kroger, vintage 1964, 2006

Ye little gods, here was a tone with an unsettling quirky tongue to it, cutting right through the sweet fruit; an acidity, quite at odds with its vinicultural opulence. This lick of minerality which is just a fingertip’s distance away, is a bit old hat. Been done to death. Somewhat late to the party and overdressed too. It is easier to define what it is not – that is, it is not richness, nor fleshiness, nor texture, it is just there, this odd mineral flavour bringing neither a sense of purpose nor a sense of depth, fashionably unpopular, kookier and saltier than a bag of KP nuts, changeable without letting you know where it is going. And in any case, minerals, rocks and stones have no flavour at all. In Kresowy Slavic folklore, the “flavour” of stones is caused by an invisible substance called petrichor, which, according to my Russian-Greek-English thesaurus (what? It’s the only one I’ve got! Give me a break!) is “constructed from petra (πέτρα), meaning ‘stone’, and īchōr (ἰχώρ), the fluid that flows in the veins of the gods of Russian mythology.”

Gary Mauer

Are you married to your job? Just the wine for you! With a hint of sexy Dionysian wildness in its overtones, this sexy, vastly diverting and deliciously deep flavoured wine hits up hard on the brain. A sparkling good character with a touch of flair on its first taste, under all that joie de vivre, subsequent contact may make you come unhinged in the final analysis. Touted by wine snobs as 100% clean and wholesome in taste, those of us in the know greedily drink up the wicked taste and flavour, both of which provide a powerhouse duo, giving an amazing almost Elizabethan scent to the final mouthful. Having dashing good looks, this wine has a lovely tenor to its middle notes. While fairly standard from a non-specialist standpoint, it is sprinkled with touches of genius throughout; the distant whispered scent of a bridal bouquet of roses: so romantic. All in all, a great wine with a hugely masculine edge.

Ethan Freeman

A Viennese delight, this unexpected Rosé has distinct European notes, yet a brash American aroma. Moreover, it has a singing finish on the palate. A demanding Jekyll and Hyde of a wine, the duality of the fresh flavour of Oberhaüsen strawberries combined with the descending chill of the faint ghost of basement scents have resulted in a complex type of legerdemain that can be almost felt, not just tasted. Best experienced on hot summer nights.

Cooper, vintage 2014

Far too many notes for our taste, and most of them about this wine.  Just read this review left by a customer!  (We would like to remind everyone that we card any customers who appear to be younger than 21.) “A delightful wine, positively wonderful, just the perfect stubbly lad. Anytime is Coopertime. Also sweet.”

Christopher Carl

Looks like a meme but also 100% legit like a stock image of STOIC MAN (TM) sold by Hasbro. (Wine bottle and fine horses sold separately.)

[needtoloveoutloud]

I know I've got minors following me (I think they are minors?) so if stuff like smoking and alcohol stuff bugs you, feel free to skip this post, sweet summer children (then again, Aizawa smokes in my fanfiction, so... yeah? :D)

...

I miss smoking so much, damn

And I miss sipping some wine or some sparkling wine/prosecco/crémant or whatever you wanna call it.

And Lillet Wildberry or Grapefruit or Passionfruit or whatever kind of fruity tonic I've got available.

Especially with moving last week (everything is still messy as hell and we've still got unpacked boxes lying around), I would have loved to get some breaks and have a little cigarette as a reward for all the stress.

And at home? While I'm writing on my silly little brainrot that I love so much? I smoked some e-cigarettes every now and then (it doesn't stink, so it can be smoked indoors), it was just something I did casually while writing, and I know it's unhealthy as fuck, but everybody has their vices lol

So, instead of smoking while working/writing, I just keep on snacking and eating a lot? I'm sure I'll gain a lot of weight lol

(Well, I will anyways for very happy reasons but anywaaaays)

I think most of it is because it keeps the hands busy. It's such a habit to have something in your hand and put it towards your mouth every now and then (pls, this is not an 18+ post I just don't know how else to word it lol), and I honestly think it's less about the nicotine and stuff?

idk, internet void, i just don't know