Sometimes in life, it’s impossible to imagine that some of the most magical moments could ever be topped. But then it happens. Dining with Princes and Pirates becomes a prelude to what would become Legendary Days and Nights amongst Kings
The Grand Prix de Monaco is fast becoming an annual pilgrimage for the DQ Prive set, thanks to the vision of our original Alaskan-NoCal-Cowboy-Pirate. With its storied history, crystal clear sapphire blue waters, the Côte d’Azur provides the perfect backdrop to kick off the summer QUINN Rosé season. It truly is a place which transcends time and space – where Gentlemen Rogues, Pirate Kings and their alter egos can thrive in a seemingly natural habitat.
Prior to descending onto the waters for the yachting weekend, we treated our Prive guests to a jazz dinner in one of the region’s oldest wine institutions. Speakeasy hand crafted cocktails, a Bird in Hand or two to add some JOY, candelabras and black tie are but the minimum requisites when vertically imbibing special grapes such as Chateau Palmer… 1990,1999, 2000, 2006. And the dinner would not be complete if it were not for the talents of Chef Giorgio Grilenzoni, a veteran rogue. The Fitzgeralds probably never even had it so good.
Pre-Race yachting day consisted of lively QUINN Rosé fueled conversation splashing around in Cap d’Ail, followed by Baron de Rothschild bubbles and black tie caviar canaps courtesy of Pointy Snout on the upper deck. As it happened, we had royalty aboard, in the form of a St Helena Russian River Valley in vino veritas King. King Richard’s Reserve (made by the fantasctical Fantesca winery in Napa) crossed four time zones to join the party and share in the adventure.
Of course, things have changed since the days of Sir Graham Hill, Mr Monaco, the only driver to date to complete the Triple Crown of motor racing – Le Mans, the Monaco Grand Prix, and the Indy 500. But what sets the Monaco Grand Prix apart from all other motor sports racing is not the race itself, but its backdrop of legends, intrigue, danger, and beautiful surroundings. After all, who can keep up with 78 laps of buzzing F1 motors when you're busy Cohiba-ing it up with your Rogues in the port, just soaking it all in? The only indication that the race is finished and Ferrari has won (besides the jumbo-tron) is when the megayachts sound their horns, and sometimes chime in with a little tune. Midnight fireworks only add to the towns 199 mph electricity
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