The Kool-Aid at Hotel Clicquot is rich and exquisite. There’s a fine fizz, a golden colour (or occasional pink blush), a crispness and a complexity. And I’ve sipped it willingly.
Luckily, I live to tell the tale, as the Clicquot cult is all sunny days, no doomsday. And it’s with my last shred of objectivity that I reveal my bias. Everything about this pop-up is devised to dazzle and