How to correctly pronounce Moët & Chandon
How do you pronounce the name of your favourite French champagne Moët & Chandon? Probably incorrectly!
But help is at hand. Say the 't' in Moët : It's not 'Moe' like in 'Moe's Tavern'. The name Moët is Dutch in origin, not French, so the 't' is pronounced .
in : It's not 'Moe' like in 'Moe's Tavern'. The name is Dutch in origin, not French, so the . Chandon is French: The 'n' is soft, and the 'don' ends with a nasal 'on' sound – similar to 'dawn' but more nasal. Moët → mo-ET
→ Chandon → shan-DAWN (French-style nasal ending)
So: mo-ET shan-DAWN
Make sense?
Perhaps this video will help further … @khayadlanga
With the GM of Dom Perignon and Moet & Chandon giving the correct pronunciation of Moet. His words. ♬ original sound – Khaya Dlanga History
Moët & Chandon is a French champagne producer and house, founded in 1743 by Claude Moët.
It is one of the world's largest and most renowned champagne producers, known for its iconic Moët Impérial Brut and other prestigious cuvées.
The brand is part of the Moët Hennessy division of Moët Hennessy Louis Vuitton (LVMH).
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