The Story
Cognac Sponge Edition No.7 has been specially created by the Sponge himself from five different parcels of Petite Champagne cognac. Spanning five different vintages and bottled at natural cask strength, this is technically a 'Tres Vieux' cognac.
The recipe is 8% Heritage N.69, 36% each of Heritages N.71 and N.73, then 10% each of Heritages N.75 and N.88.
The result is a lusciously fruity and charmingly earthy old Petite Champagne cognac that tastes like pipes, slippers, furniture, armchairs, walnuts, vinyl, library books, partially accurate rose-tinted memories, musty cellars full of rare and exquisite bottles the likes of you can only dream of, marmalade made by impeccably coiffed French matriarchs and that mulchy stuff you find in damp Scottish forests.
You have no idea the number of emails it took to make this bottling a reality - please purchase them with greedy lust and the deep weighty breaths of tortured consumerist desire.
Details & Craftsmanship
Every detail has been carefully considered to bring you the perfect product.
Details & Craftsmanship
Every detail has been carefully considered to bring you the perfect product.
Description
Cognac Sponge Edition No.7 has been specially created by the Sponge himself from five different parcels of Petite Champagne cognac. Spanning five different vintages and bottled at natural cask strength, this is technically a 'Tres Vieux' cognac.
The recipe is 8% Heritage N.69, 36% each of Heritages N.71 and N.73, then 10% each of Heritages N.75 and N.88.
The result is a lusciously fruity and charmingly earthy old Petite Champagne cognac that tastes like pipes, slippers, furniture, armchairs, walnuts, vinyl, library books, partially accurate rose-tinted memories, musty cellars full of rare and exquisite bottles the likes of you can only dream of, marmalade made by impeccably coiffed French matriarchs and that mulchy stuff you find in damp Scottish forests.
You have no idea the number of emails it took to make this bottling a reality - please purchase them with greedy lust and the deep weighty breaths of tortured consumerist desire.
