VEUVE CLIC­QUOT RIC H

Elle (Canada) - - Radar -

the sun is set­ting on another day spent bob­bing on your yacht in the Freezie-blue wa­ters of St. Barts. You’re about to head out for a night of gen­eral let­ting down of the hair with your gag­gle of fab­u­lous friends. Re­lax­ing, how­ever, is thirsty work, and you’d love a sun­downer be­fore you go, but de­cid­ing be­tween a cold glass of Pinot Gri­gio and some sort of cock­tail would re­quire think­ing, and, well, that would wrin­kle the white-linen caf­tan you’re wear­ing. Luck­ily, Guil­laume, your but­ler, who could be Kit Har­ing­ton’s body dou­ble, hands you a glass of Veuve Clic­quot Rich. You’re skep­ti­cal when you see slices of green pep­per float­ing in the am­ber liq­uid, but Guil­laume/Kit as­sures you it’s a rev­e­la­tion. One sip and you agree: It’s re­fresh­ing, in­ter­est­ing in a good way. You also de­cide that, yes, it’s pretty bloody great to be you right now. More im­por­tant: Cabaret, dis­cotheque or bare­foot beach dance-off? n

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