It's Almost Thursday!

Actually, it's only Monday, but let's celebrate Champagne Thursday a little early this week!

Champagne is wonderfully delicious, and the bubbles tickle my nose. Champagne is naturally romantic, and will almost always set the mood for an evening of passion.

I have been sampling a few champagnes lately, and would like to take a moment to share my experiences.

Andre Brut Champagne- This is usually the cheapest champagne that one will find at the liquor store (or at the Supermarket, if your state allows). Usually costing about $4 per bottle, this is one of my faves, and most common purchases. The flavor is good, fairly mellow, with little bitter aftertaste. The carbonation is also good - just bubbly enough. A good buy!

Montsarra Cava Brut - This Spanish champagne was the priciest of my recent expenditure, costing about $15 per bottle (still cheap champagne). The flavor is decent, rather fruity, but there is quite an aftertaste with this bottle. The carbonation is low, so it's more like wine than champagne. This was not one of my faves, and I probably won't buy this one again.

Totts Brut Champange - This is my number one favorite buy. The flavor is absolutely delightful (almost flowery with a touch of citrus) and there is zero bitter aftertaste. There's a little more carbonation in this bottle than I have found in most others, so it tickles just a little more and gets the buzz on a little more quickly. It's a little pricier than the Andre, costing around $11 per bottle.

Barefoot Bubbly Brut Champagne - I was not a fan of this one. It tastes like very cheap White Zin, has a strong, lasting aftertaste and is rather low on carbonation. The cost is fair at around $7 per bottle, but I will not be purchasing this one again. I do love the bottle, however.

I will be continuing my adventures in the world of Champagne. What is your favorite buy?

Romance

LoverMan (LM) pours me a glass of champagne and lightly massages the back of my neck. He takes me by the hand and leads me into the bathroom. Rose petals adorn the floor. Candles are burning along the counter and in the sconces lining the walls. The mirror is fogged from the steam that is billowing out of the already full bathtub. Cascades of bubbles and foam brush the lip of the tub, wanting to spill over onto the floor.

LM slides my bathrobe off my shoulders, and it falls into a heap on the floor. He lightly kisses my neck and watches me lower myself into the steaming tub. With the touch of a button, Andrea Bocelli graces my ears and soothes my senses. "Relax, my love." And with that, he leaves me in peace.

I am loved.