Chimpagne will often come in colors and neon tones not seen since the 80's, or anywhere outside of Chernobyl, Russia.
R. Kelley: Waitress! A bottle of your finest Alizé for this fine young bitch!
Young Bitch: Ewwwww nigga! I'd rather drink warm piss than that chimpagne!
R. Kelley: (menacingly) That can be arranged...
Lackey: Sir, the Q2 2010 numbers are in. We're bankrupt.
Frederick Rouzaud: Yeah? Well at least we're not making chimpagne anymore. Fucking Jay-Z...