Love Letter to Bubbly Brut

Dear Bubbly Brut,

I never imagined I would find another I would want to spend so much time with, who could truly touch my life the way you have. You are champagne kisses and fireworks at midnight.

Your golden countenance, your dry wit, and your depth of character have bewitched me. Your sparkling personality belies your serious side. Unlike so many others, you are not saccharine; in fact, I dare anyone to call you sweet in any form.

You have a certain je ne sais quoi that makes you so appealing; perhaps it is the neutral French Oak on which you have aged. Yet you are 100% Northwestern to your core, just one more quality that makes you irresistible.

Your approachable nature makes me want to spend more and more time with you. How dull and empty life was before you. Now every day is a bright and bubbly adventure, a celebration, an ode to your effervescence.

I love you in the wee small hours of the morn, the way your presence enlivens our morning brunch—and I worship you in the dusky moments of twilight as you lightly tickle the back of my throat. 

You, my dear, are the entire package, all 19.2 ounces of you. You are, dare I say, a ciderbration.

Your devoted,

Deron Davenport