Jacquart Brut Rosé | Champagne Review

After a night on the Champagne she tried to make out with the Almond Blossom.

There’s something about Valentine’s that makes people buy Rosé wines & Champagne. I’m sure this hasn’t always been the case, but through its commercialisation Valentine’s has become synonymous with all things pink and gooey.

Excuse me while I barf.

As you’ll know I’m not the greatest fan of ‘pink’ Champagnes, but oh… I might have to eat my words and spit them across the pond, the way Jack hawks back and spits for Rose, because this… THIS my friends is up there with my all time favourite Champagnes.

Rose-gold in colour it fills the glass with sheer elegance and something that you know, immediately, isn’t going to be sickly sweet, or taste of canned strawberries. ‘Put the Lambrini down and walk away!’ Instead this Champagne has a subtle sweetness, like that of Daniel Day-Lewis who, under that gruff exterior, has a sort of genteel manner and charm about him. Not that I’m saying this Champagne is gruff… No, no no. I think I just wanted to spend a few minutes looking at Daniel Day-Lewis’ sweet face. Forgive me. 

To taste this Champagne is drenched drupes: ripe apricots and almonds, with a subtle buttery biscuity base. The mousse is fine on your tongue and it has a constant flurry of bubbles that continues to the last drop. 

In the past I’ve tried Champagnes that were too big and too bubbly, too dry and acrid, or overly sweet and sickly, but this one – like its less rose, more gold sister & Daniel Day-Lewis for that matter - this Champagne is just right. It doesn’t force itself on you like a cold caller, instead it gently nudges its way around your mouth, pleasing and tantalising all the way.

A perfect: 5/5 

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