character:

To add champagne to one’s cocktail is to add diamonds to one’s attire. From the jewelry box of the bar it has the ability, when properly worn (real champagne for real diamonds), to turn the usual into the spectacular, to turn a dress into an event, and to turn what was once a mere cocktail into a glittering celebratory toast. Occasion may call for more (necklace and earrings and a French 75), or less (cufflinks over a light champagne float), but the effect is just the same. Like magic, a glance is stolen. A smile or two appear. Whispers pass over the bar. Another glance. Perhaps a slight stare. The looks instinctive and enigmatic and almost always the same from both men and women. Admiration, from him. Envy, from her. And—like magic—desire, from both.

tastes like:

Tiffany’s.

pairs nicely with:

Allegro violin pieces by Bach, any particularly lively production of As You Like It, and The Swing by Jean-Honoré Fragonard; most special occasions, holidays, reunions, galas, and Wednesday evenings in January; small eggshell blue boxes with white ribbons, tiny black velvet cases, and sighs; Marilyn Monroe’s glasses in How to Marry a Millionaire, Marilyn Monroe’s tiara in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, and Marilyn Monroe’s Marylyn Monroe in The Seven Year Itch; any worthwhile bridal brunch, pre-toast at the rehearsal dinner, and the first dance between the recently single Maid of Honor and the entirely eligible Best Man; Doir, Chanel, Yves saint Laurent, St-Germain, Cognac, Cassis and, occasionally, breakfast.