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This NYE was much quieter than usual for me. There was no waiting until dawn for the only cab in Noosa. No public nudity. And, surprisingly, no hangover.
But there was wine. There will always be wine.
And so I thought this week I should look at some of the bottles of fizz which were fortunate enough to pass my lips over the holiday period.
Duval-Leroy Femme de Champagne 1996
This is thinking outside the carton. It's using your imagination, and not simply reaching for the ubiquitous Moët or Veuve. Happily, I have imaginative (and generous) friends.
The potion-like bottle is as sexy and feminine as the name suggests. But while it is deliciously curvy, it still manages to show off a certain masculine style amongst those lovely lady lumps. The Lady Gaga of champers.
In the glass, it gives off a bright pyrotechnic implosion of effervescence to rival an Eiffel Tower firework display.
It smells like a bakery in the early morning, and drinks like a dream. Intense but creamy, it gives you a hit of velvety lime that lolls on your tongue until you dive in for your next sip.
Surely up there with some of the best vintage bubbly those cheeky little cheese eating surrender monkeys can bottle up.
Drink with: Frogs
Moët & Chandon Nectar Impérial NV
A NYE without Moët, is like Butch without Sundance. Starsky without Hutch. Tango without Cash. As de rigueur as it may be, it is with good reason.
The Nectar Impérial is not your more familiar whitebread Moët - although it is also non-vintage and sells for about the same price. This one comes in a suave, dark-suited bottle and is in the demi-sec style (sweeter and not quite as dry).
The sweetness is immediately obvious on the nose and gives a lovely ripe whiff of dried fruit. In the drinking, it retains the delicate, fresh ambrosial qualities of more traditional champers, but with a slightly devious sweetness which is hard not to love.
Perfect for a pre-prandial tipple, although you could happily continue toasting with it all night long.
I'd buy this pulchritudinous little fellow over the standard gear any day of the week. And twice on Sunday.
Drink with: Gérard Depardieu
Grant Burge Pinot Noir Chardonnay NV
Probably my favourite Aussie sparkler. Looks credible in the bottle, and backs it up in the glass.
To be honest, if you're going to spend more than this on bubbly, you might as well go French. But at the $25-$30 mark, this is good honest drinking for the girls – and the blokes will be keen for a taste as well.
It pours a tad deeper than the ones above, but gives off some great bubble. There’s a nice nuttiness to the nose, and I suspect it’s probably what Odeon’s Sex Panther aftershave would smell like. It may or may not be made with bits of real panther - but you still know it's good.
In the mouth, there’s a solid fruitiness that is intense, but not too sweet. A bit more down-to-earth and not quite as creamy as the imported stuff, but still nice and smooth. And at only a fiver a glass, it really is a fantastic little fizz.
I like Grant Burge because he makes some of my favourite reds. Pretty sure he’s onto a winner with this as well.
Drink with: A Magic Millions brekky
Brown Brothers Zibibbo
I was pleasantly surprised at how drinkable this little champ is.
At under $10 a bottle, it’s not tight or refined and is never going to be complex enough to take on the big boys.
In fact, it’s looser than a wizard’s sleeve. But it is still a really, really nice drink to have around on a hot day. Or a hot evening. Probably not the best if you’re on a hot date though.
It’s not made from traditional champers-type grapes, but rather from a variety of Muscat grape that is usually eaten (and not drunk). But the Brothers Brown have turned it into a fine sparkling – and I, for one, am quite happy about that.
It’s not hugely aromatic, but it is a fantastically sweet drop without being at all sickly. It bubbles with festive fruitiness and has a good clean, dry finish that reminded me of putting my tongue on a 9v battery – in a good way.
They also make a Rosé version which is equally respectable.
Put a couple in the fridge this weekend for a relaxing Sunday session. It is the perfect recipe for dulling the painful realisation that the holidays are over and that you will have to work much harder this year if you are to afford to drink French fizz on a Sunday.
Drink with: CSI Sunday