Sparkling water is the chameleon of beverages. You serve it in a wine glass, and suddenly you’re sophisticated. Add a twist of grapefruit and a rosemary sprig in a mason jar? You’re rustic-chic. Put it in a can from a hipster brand with a bee on it? You’re trendy. It upgrades every occasion. Breakfast, lunch, midnight snack. It doesn’t judge.
I once poured it into a champagne flute for a Tuesday night. I felt like royalty. I was just wearing pajamas. Who cares?
