David made for her rosebud, leading with his tongue. As he got closer he caught the fine subtle aroma of vanilla, toasted oak, and cherry that he knew so well. That aroma said good things were coming, he was conditioned to let the anticipation sharpen his senses to a fine point, then went a little farther so he caught the subtle combination of scent and taste, things that the untrained could never sense, but his refined nerves cheered. As the taste buds seemed to reach out, and as he breathed in, he perceived a hint something special below the other flavors and aromas, the very faintest muted note of flavor. He knew that came only from fine sherry aged in a wooden cask, which was then shipped to Scotland. There those priceless barrels were reused to finish the aging of a rare prized scotch. It was his personal favorite, the scarce and wonderful Chivas Royal Salute 29, aged in fine sherry casks from Spain. They only had one treasured bottle in the house, it was under lock and key. This
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