The waltz of the Champagne bubbles

Move over Tchaikovsky, this wine writes itself

…anticipating the feeling of breaking through the surface. I waltzed lazily in 3/4 time, dancing towards the rim as the others darted past me. They chased one another racing to reach the opening of the glass. Together, we will mousse and melt on the tongue of the drinker as they sift us through their teeth like diamond beads.