A disappointing mouthful: Bouzy rouge

A wine-producing village called Bouzy has to have adopted its name in a bid to attract English-speaking visitors, right? That was our assumption as our coach passed through the Marne town, in the Champagne-Ardenne département.

We were on a wine-tasting holiday in Champagne, back in 2005. We’d left Brighton on a coach first thing on the Saturday morning, driven to Dover, taken a ferry to Calais and then sped across France towards Reims.

After an afternoon and evening at the Pommery Château, I was feeling decidedly ropey on the Sunday morning. We passed through Bouzy on our way to the Vranken Château and chuckled about its name.

It transpired that Vranken produced a sparkling red, known as Bouzy Rouge. We had to have a bottle.

Our friend Claude has hung onto it since then and thought that Saturday night’s Eurovision would be the perfect occasion to open it. Sadly, it hadn’t got better with age. Instead, it had gone flat and smelt off.

It just goes to show that sometimes sticking a bottle away for the right occasion isn’t the best thing to do. Some pleasures are meant to be had immediately.

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