Had meant to uncork this on my birthday but that fell through. My first attempt occurred 6 weeks later but I had removed the cage prematurely and every feeble attempt to uncork the sparkly failed repeatedly. Today, however, felt like the day and it felt that way right after a rejuvenating run. And so it happened: I untwisted the cork slowly but deliberately and soon enough, I got it to pop! It was dry and it was fresh and it went well with the quiche I had prepared. I drank and I drank from it and ultimately, I was left with a lingering and questioning impression: Why does the bottle remind me of one of the body shapes ascribed to the fairer sex? 😳 Perhaps I should stop @ 3 flutes?🥴😵