The poem – 748

Picture of Björnstierne Antonsson - TheChampagneSommelier

Björnstierne Antonsson - TheChampagneSommelier

TheChampagneSommelier inspired by Jacquesson ‘Cuvée no748’ [ read the full champagne story ] 

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748

The number is a code, a station along an invisible path.
Not an end, but a continuation of a conversation
that began deep in the chalice, long before us.
Seven-four-eight: a chime of vintage and location.

The wine in the glass is a map of a landscape,
where the harvest has become silence and structure.
Here there is no unnecessary masking, no false sweetness,
just the naked tension of Dizy and Avize.
A taste of toast and cold stones.

The bubbles move like a slow stream of news
from a world where patience is still the law.
The acid cuts through the room like a winter light,
revealing the grains of dust, the contours, the real faces.
It is an intoxication that demands vigilance.

We drink a sum of decisions,
a craft that has refused to simplify the riddle.
Wine is a bridge between what was cultivated
and the cool clarity of this moment.

When the glass is empty, the resonance lingers.
An echo of a garden where work has fallen silent.
We carry with us a sense of order,
a certainty that even the fleeting has a number,
a place in the great, white catalogue.

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