A vintage man deserves a vintage beverage


"Champagne definitely helps.

When you’re brooding in your Singapore flat and there is no end in sight, a little bit of bubbly sure takes the edges off of the pandemic. Though my body was cooped up at home during the circuit breaker, my soul traversed the globe—with a little help from my fully stocked liquor cabinet and my high fidelity sound system (true nerds can evaluate my set-up below).

On a Friday night, I suited up—ready to go to Ann Siang Hill for a night out on the town. Except, I traveled only as far as my living room, where I put on a record and settled into my chaise lounge with a bottle of brut.

Shimmering piano keys and clear rhythmic phrasings from Herbie Hancock’s jazz standard, “Watermelon Man”, cut right through the familiar stillness of my den. I am suddenly transported from my stifling abode to Aoyama’s boutique-lined streets, intently making my way to worship at Tokyo’s most revered temple of jazz.

I pop open the cork on a bottle of Heidsieck Blanc des Millenaires 2004. The lights dim and I’m sipping the same cuvée as when I saw Monsieur Hancock perform live in 2016 at the Tokyo Blue Note. The effortless cool of the jazz ensemble seeps from my dual Magnepan 1.7i loudspeakers and I catch myself finger tapping to the steady bass of the rhythm section.

I’m in a sensory bliss that is only heightened by my bottle of bubbles. The 2004 truly upholds the award-winning Heidsieck standard with its pure silk texture, long, well-rounded finish and effervescently, golden patina. I’m captivated by the taut acidity tamed by notes of poached white cherry and glazed apple, creating a dynamic mouthfeel that is punctuated by the insistent trumpet on Hancock’s classic, “Cantaloupe Island”.

I journey through the quartet’s set list, evoking a pleasant night of golden-hued memories. Awash in the rippling of piano keys, the world’s languid pace becomes a fine complement to my scintillating vintage. Cheers."


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