Jah, dahling. Bloody jah.
So, Prosecco is currently having its day in the sun. That's fine. And good luck to it. But nothing quite hits the aristo G-spot like a flute of golden Champagne. The cleanness and crispness of Champers can't quite be matched by its Italian cousin.
Plus, you just can't get away with drinking Prosecco at the polo. And at the Ambassadors reception? Oh, per-lease.
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