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Now Viewing: Coup De Foudre Winery
True story . . . One score and three years ago, I met my wife, who was living abroad in France. The problem was she was not yet my wife nor did she know she would be. While at a soiree in the French Alps, and with matters seemingly in hand, I sauntered off to the bar to work my French for a refill of Malibu and fruit juice. It was then that I noticed a French guy named Serge (pronounced Seeerjja when emphasis is necessary) awfully close to my gal, making her eyes flutter and her beret tipsy. I thought to myself, they just met and he must have the greatest one liner in the world. So, after I yelled “FEU” (‘fire’ in French) and the room cleared out, I ask my sweetheart what he could possibly have said to make her fall into his arms. Her answer? “He held my hands and asked if I believed in the Coup de Foudre .” After years of thinking he’d called her a cute cauliflower, I consulted a French friend of mine who defined Coup de Foudre as a lightning strike, something unforgettable . . . “love at first sight” -- be it food, wine or someone incredible.
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