I helped a friend out during their trip to Venice (I helped very little actually) but this wine was the thank you gift they gave me when they came back. I know so little that I can say: we discovered that prosecco is like champagne, but from Italy. (The Beav insists that we knew this, or at least, that he did and that I would have too if I had paid attention in Rome.)
This bottle was a treat and I’ll leave the commentary to the Beav: “Wow, it’s like apples, but…” Then he sips again and says, “It’s very good. But we’re going to have a headache.”
Whatever. Sometimes il faut souffrir pour être saoul.