Entrepreneurial colonists on Celeschul imported large quantities of soil and associated biomass from the champagne province in an effort to circumvent a loophole in the gordian knot of 23rd-century trademark laws. They shortly found themselves stymied by a UNS resolution funded by Neo-Frenchist lobbyists. Desperate, they hired a good marketing firm, established a troupe of "traditional" dancers on their imported french soil, and in good time laid indisputable claim to the trademark "champ du pagne," which translates as "field of the loincloth."
These days the dancing is decidedly second-rate, and rather more naked than it needs to be. The sparkling "champ du pagne" wine, however, is the best in the galaxy. So good, in fact, that by the mid-28th century 95% of the vineyards in California, South Africa, Australia, and France abandoned their businesses entirely. "Champagne" is now the brand name applied to a seasonally popular pink paint. It has no bubbles at all, and may be harmful or fatal if swallowed.