Some say there is an indescribable magic and poetry in the very experience and effervescence—the way the delicious bubbles gracefully float within the flute, almost like a theatrical dance . . . a dance in celebration of new memories and old; for future moments that captivate, for new marriages just beginning, for an exciting graduation, for a touching anniversary, for the promise of a fresh, new year. They remind of the beautiful joys in life to cherish and hold onto, always. A champagne occasion relies on feeling and experience, and for one to revel and linger in the moment for as long as possible.
And as we celebrate love in all of its essence this Valentine's Day—be it love for dear friends and family, or your significant other—our hearts overflow with happiness for the simple and wonderful opportunity to love and be loved.
And so, today, let's discover how this beautiful golden elixir came about, explore its fascinating history, and tour three unforgettable wineries, as well as look at tips & ideas on how best to enjoy a glass . . .
. . . and how it is thursday already is pure madness, but happily, that means valentine's day is next week, and so, chocolate truffles and champagne, baies and gardénia and satin, silk, and chiffon, in the spirit of pure romance . . .
. . . tasseled drapes and soft lighting, tufted settees and silk cushions, crisp white table cloths and silver-rimmed china, salmon pasta shell roll, served with toast, lox and caviar, freshly backed biscuits with clotted cream, tea and delicate pastries and it's champagne afternoon tea at the dorchester . . .
For many, it is the dream—the dream to travel abroad and to walk the very grounds in which were walked upon by great literary artists long ago—their words replaying in our minds and lives today. The dream to breath in the scent of the famously fragrant roses, lovingly kept and carefully maintained . . .
. . . to take tea as was traditionally planned and created, to touch upon the stones that were laid so many years ago and to gaze up to the thatch roof lines of centuries gone by.
The heart of England lies within the very threads of its culture—the language of customs, of beauty, of traditions, of arts. Indeed, the dream does not lie in sights alone, but in scents, tastes, sounds, and feelings of the heart itself—a secret that whispers about, and if we listen, we might just catch on.
And just when most life is asleep for the duration of this winter season, we might see a whole new angle to the respected art of one of the most integral parts of England: English gardens. And in truth, the lines and forms of such spectacular gardens might be most appreciated in their simplicity, draped in alabaster frost.
. . . and so, today we ask you to join us as we set along on foot, imagining a walk in and amongst some of the greatest gardens in the world there ever were . . .
. . . and it is nearly unimaginable how we could have already arrived at this, the very last post of what has been, in so many ways, an extraordinary year, and while the past weeks and months [especially the last few] are, at this moment, but a beautiful blur, it is for certain that they were filled with impossibly beautiful things, and tonight, before the champagne and oysters, foie gras & truffles, and midnight kiss, a quick stop to say hello: what ever plans you may have for new year's eve, and whatever dreams for the new year, wishing you, for tonight and forever, moments of adventure and of magic, and most of all, for more beauty than your heart could possibly contain . . .
here's to a magical evening & a most wonderful weekend, and, of course, that it's beautiful wherever in the world you may be, roséline xo CONTINUE ---------------------------------->
. . . at this moment, writing to you in a near sugar-induced coma, and after all the cheesecake and häagen-dazs, swiss chocolates and french chocolates and caramel-drizzled sticky toffee pudding, it's safe to say that time at the gym is on the new year's resolution list once again this year -- but oh, it was so deliciously worth every single bite . . . hope you're having a wonderful last december week, and enjoying every single last moment, roséline xo
{p.s.} the final {take me away} article of the year to follow, with many more to come in the next x
. . . gilded candelabras and champagne, velvet and sequins and the scent of pine cones -- a little holiday inspiration for this, the most wonderful time of the year . . .
. . . monday, monday, and it's back to work, and yet, there is something different in the air, making it nearly impossible not to daydream and plan, and everywhere, trees are twinkling with fairy lights and a little magic, and everything, as if over night, feels a little more festive . . .
happy monday! hope your week is off to a perfect start, roséline xo
. . . perhaps one of the simplest & loveliest cocktails ever: a glass, some ice, three-quarters of dry champagne or prosecco, a thinly sliced cucumber and fresh mint, and a splash of st. germain, an enchanting elixir of handpicked wild elderflower blossoms from the foothills of the french alps, and it's time to celebrate . . .
. . . the first half of the week was so stunningly busy, decided to take a little time, on wednesday afternoon, for spending in the last [breathtaking] autumn sunlight, a gallery exhibit, a traipse about the city, past parks and shops, and a very lovely lunch date . . .
hope you're having an equally splendid week so far, roséline xo
