Why Champagne remains one of the most special wines in the world
Lunch at my family home was often an amusing affair, a disturbingly brown-looking bottle of Hock or ‘Lieb’ would make a cameo at the table, my father decided it would go splendidly with the unlucky fowl positioned ready for carving. Champagne for us was not often on rotation unless we had a significant birthday, wedding or landmark moment in the family. This is how many of my friends also describe wine at home (most without the frightening German wine but some with a splendid bottle of, likely oxidised, white Burgundy or unremarkable white claret) but my father was a man of specific taste – only now would I chuckle on my fathers, much-made-of, self-appointed ‘sophistication’.
