THE STAR is born under a dazzling galaxy of paparazzi flickers. The who’s who of sweet red apples, strawberries and blossoms under one roof for one night only. Rubbing ripasso shoulders with all styles and tastes at glitzy galas in ballroom gowns, THE STAR rises each evening as the pièce de résistance of its lavish confidentes. A tantalising tipple as true as North declared the drink to THE STAR. Twinkle, twinkle. Make no wish but this.

Look to THE STAR of the show, the pointed celestial matter leaving radiant rosé fortunes in its everlasting trail.