I come from a lineage with deep-seated roots in everything champagne. The women of my family have been drinking champagne in all their glory from generation to generation, thus the sweet, ever-sifting bubbles run in unison with the blood of my veins.

It’s simply all I’ve ever known, and I’m grateful to come from a long line of women with (what I believe to be) superior taste.

The first time I ever pressed my young lips onto the cooling comfort of a fine-stemmed champagne glass and felt the intoxicating sensation of luscious bubbles evaporating in my mouth, I just knew I was a lifer.

While being a champagne girl in a blunts-and-beer world can be a painfully isolating existence at times — there’s nothing quite like recognizing one of my own kind.