I have loved champagne my entire life. Before I could drink (and before I drank illegally) I loved champagne because I got a thrill out of popping off the cork. On the deck at my vacation house, my dad would enthusiastically thrill me by shaking the bottle so the cork would fly off into the cold, mountain air. I would follow it as far as I could until it was lost in the night. Some days, in the summer, we ...