Similar to your own refined sensibilities, I find the idea of a rare weekend brunch without at least one fruity mimosa, or two, or three, quite disappointing.

Similar to your own refined sensibilities, I find the idea of a rare weekend brunch without at least one fruity mimosa, or two, or three, quite disappointing. Or celebrating New Years without a perfectly crisp champagne, or prosecco. Preferably a Dom Perignon vaguely reminescent of tart green apples. Conversely, he bargain hunter in me loves the liquid sunshine in a hayfield that is Zardetto DOC.