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Summary
Veuve Clicquot champagne epitomizes glamour, style, and luxury. But who was this young widow--the Veuve Clicquot--whose champagne sparkled at the courts of France, Britain, and Russia, and how did she rise to celebrity and fortune
The Widow Clicquot brings to life the woman behind the label: Barbe-Nicole Clicquot Ponsardin, a daring and determined entrepreneur who, newly widowed during the chaotic years of the French Revolution and the Napoleonic Wars, assumed the reins of the fledgling wine business she and her husband started, steering it through huge political and financial reversals to become one of the richest women of her time. Her legacy lives on through the champagne house she established, which remains a distinguished name, and through her wine-making inventions and experiments, which changed the history of champagne. As much a fascinating journey through the process of making this temperamental wine as a biography of a uniquely tempered woman, The Widow Clicquot is utterly intoxicating.
Author Notes
Tilar J. Mazzeo is a New York Times bestselling author of books that include The Widow Clicquot: The Story of a Champagne Empire and the Woman Who Ruled It, The Secret of Chanel No. 5: The Intimate Story of the World's Most Famous Perfume, and The Hotel On The Place Vendôme: Life, Death, And Betrayal At The Hôtel Ritz In Paris. She also writes extensively on wine for the media and is the author of The Back Lane Wineries of Napa, The Back Lane Wineries of Sonoma, and the forthcoming guide to The Back Lane Wineries of the Pacific Northwest.
She received her Ph.D. from the University of Washington, Seattle, and today writes narrative nonfiction and memoir on the history of war, women, and luxury. She teaches English as the Clara C. Piper Associate Professor of English at Colby College and teaches narrative nonfiction at writer's workshops in the Canadian Gulf Islands of British Columbia.
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The Widow Clicquot The Story of a Champagne Empire and the Woman Who Ruled It Chapter One Child of the Revolution, Child of the Champagne What people in the Champagne remembered later about the summer of 1789 were the cobbled streets of Reims resounding with the chanting, angry mobs calling for liberty and equality. The French Revolution had begun, although no one would use those words yet to describe one of the most monumental events in the history of modern civilization. Democracy had taken root in the colonies of America only a decade before, and a new nation had emerged, aided in its war for independence from Great Britain by the military and financial might of France, one of the world's most powerful and ancient kingdoms. Now, democracy had also come to France. It was a bloody and brutal beginning. The young girls in the royal convent of Saint-Pierre-les-Dames, just beyond the old city center of Reimsâ€"a bustling commercial town of perhaps thirty thousand inhabitants, at the heart of the French textile industry and only ninety miles to the east of Parisâ€"had little to do with this larger world of war and politics. Two centuries before, Mary, Queen of Scots had been a student in the abbey from the tender age of five, under the care of her aunt, the noble abbess Renée de Lorraine. The other girls at this Catholic convent school often came, like Mary Stuart and her noble aunt, from the ranks of the aristocracy, and they spent their days learning the graceful arts expected of the wealthy daughters of the social elite: embroidery, music, dance steps, and their prayers. The cloistered courtyard echoed with the light steps and rustling habits of nuns moving silently in the shadows, and the garden was shady and welcoming even in the summer heat. Their parents had sent them to Saint-Pierre-les-Dames to be educated in safety and privilege. But in July 1789, a royal abbey was just possibly the most dangerous place of all for these girls. The nobility and the church had crushed the peasantry with crippling taxes for centuries, and suddenly that summer, long-simmering resentments finally broke out into an open class war that changed the history of France. Old scores were being settled in horrifying ways. It was only a matter of time before the nuns and these young girlsâ€"the daughters of the city's social eliteâ€"became the targets of public abuse. Already, there were stories from Paris of nuns being raped and the rich being murdered in the streets. Now, wine flowed from the public fountains, and the laughs and cheers of the crowd in Reims had become more and more feverish. Behind the shuttered windows, cloistered within the royal walls of Saint-Pierre-les-Dames, one of those girls may not have known that the world and her future were being transformed until the mob was nearly at their doorstep. Barbe-Nicole Ponsardin was eleven years old when the Revolution began. She was a small and serious girl, with golden blond hair and large gray eyes, the eldest daughter of one of the city's wealthiest and most important businessmenâ€"an affluent and cultured man who dreamed of moving his family into the aristocracy and had sent his child, accordingly, to this prestigious royal convent to be educated with the daughters of feudal lords and princes. Now, the streets of Reims were alive with angry crowds, and it seemed that Barbe-Nicole would share the fate of her aristocratic classmates. The shops everywhere were closed, and the fields were empty. In the center of the city, in the grand family mansion on rue Cérès, just beyond the shadow of the great cathedral, her parentsâ€"Ponce Jean Nicolas Philippe and Marie Jeanne Josèphe Clémentine Ponsardin, or more simply Nicolas and Jeanne-Clémentineâ€"were frantic. Even if there were a way to send a carriage through the streets of Reims to fetch Barbe-Nicole, such a display of wealth and fear would only advertise her privilege and increase her danger on the streets. Their last hope rested with the family dressmaker, a modest woman but with remarkable bravery. Arriving quietly at the convent door with a small bundle of garments, anxious not to be observed, she knew the only way to spirit a wealthy daughter through the streets of revolutionary France: in disguise. After she dressed the child in the clothes of the working poor, they hurried. The shapeless tunic must have itched, and Barbe-Nicole's first steps in the coarse wooden shoesâ€"so different from her own soft leather slippersâ€"were surely unsteady. In another moment they had slipped out into the frenzied streets of Reims, praying to pass unnoticed. No one would bother a dressmaker or a peasant girl, but the convent-educated daughter of a bourgeois civic leaderâ€"a man who had personally helped to crown the king only a decade beforeâ€"would make a compelling target for abuse. Much worse would happen to some of those whom Nicolas and Jeanne-Clémentine had entertained on those long summer evenings in the splendid halls of their family estate before the Revolution. The roads beyond the convent were a brilliant red tide of men in Phrygian caps, classical symbols of liberty once worn by freed slaves in ancient democracies, singing familiar military marches with new words. In the distance was the sound of beating drums, and heels striking the cobble pavement echoed off the stone facades of the grandest buildings in Reims, as the men organized themselves into makeshift militias. There were fears throughout France of an imminent invasion, as the other great monarchs of Europe roused themselves to send troops to crush the popular uprising that had electrified the masses across the continent. Hurrying through those chaotic streets must have been terrifying for a small girl. All around her was uproar as the mob gathered. They moved quickly past. Then, perhaps in the crowds of angry men, one or two looked at Barbe-Nicole with the perplexed stare of dim recognition. Perhaps she witnessed some of the many small atrocities of the Revolutionâ€"the vandalism, the beatings. The day was something no one who experienced it would ever forget. The Widow Clicquot The Story of a Champagne Empire and the Woman Who Ruled It . Copyright © by Tilar Mazzeo . Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from The Widow Clicquot: The Story of a Champagne Empire and the Woman Who Ruled It by Tilar Mazzeo All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.Table of Contents
Prologue | p. xi |
Chapter 1 Child of the Revolution, Child of the Champagne | p. 1 |
Chapter 2 Wedding Vows and Family Secrets | p. 11 |
Chapter 3 Champagne Dreams | p. 24 |
Chapter 4 Anonymity in Their Blood | p. 36 |
Chapter 5 Crafting the Cuvée | p. 49 |
Chapter 6 The Champagne Widow | p. 60 |
Chapter 7 Partner and Apprentice | p. 70 |
Chapter 8 Alone at the Brink of Ruin | p. 84 |
Chapter 9 War and the Widow's Triumph | p. 100 |
Chapter 10 A Comet over Russia: The Vintage of 1811 | p. 113 |
Chapter 11 The Industrialist's Daughter | p. 121 |
Chapter 12 The Wine Aristocrats | p. 130 |
Chapter 13 Flirting with Disaster | p. 143 |
Chapter 14 The Champagne Empire | p. 155 |
Chapter 15 La Grande Dame | p. 166 |
Chapter 16 The Queen of Reims | p. 178 |
Afterword | p. 187 |
Acknowledgments | p. 193 |
Notes | p. 195 |
Selected Bibliography | p. 239 |
Index | p. 257 |