Cherry Mint Dramione 소설 & 이야기

The man beside her then gave the waiter a generous tip to make him promptly go away. “Here, try this. The taste, they taste much better than the drink you got there”, he said persuasively. “This is a Mojito, a cosmopolitan, an apple matini and a Long Island iced tea”. He first pointed to the drink that has lime and mint, then to the pinky red one, then the green one and the one that looks like it name, the tea.

The place was gorgeous, framed energy drink adverts lined the walls above glossy white ceramic tiles, and the tops were black marble. “You did these?” I asked, pointing one out. “Sure did.” He smiled at me, and I’d have relaxed completely if I hadn’t felt the heat of Max behind me. “Wine? Spirits? Soft drink?” Soren raised his eyebrows. “Power-up lime, the drink of champions?” I smiled back. “Water, please.” He took out a mineral water, one of those posh ones in glass bottles, dispensed some ice from their super cool fridge-freezer, and handed it over in a twisty glass. I sipped, and my throat was tight with nerves.

I kept my critique to myself and followed her lead, sitting down at the tintable in the centre of the off-white tiled room. She nodded her head and looked at me with a cocked head. Then she got up and started putting various herbs and extracts into a granite mortar. She made quick work of grinding up all the ingredients. She added what I can only hope is lemon juice before presenting me with some kind of pale drink. It smelt of sweet grass and rye. She smiled at me and motioned towards the cup. Not wanting to offend her, I gave her an awkward smile and brought the cup to my lips.

I was poor, but the kind of person with a refined palate, rich. The cup was emptied in a short time. And when I realized, I was getting another one. The choice this time was cherry. Damn, who ever had the privilege of drinking cherry beer ? I. I couldn't drink any more, or I'd end up with my friend Salma's card. It would certainly be deducted from her salary later. Although I don't think she would mind if I tried a ... Mint beer . - You'll get drunk this way. – the bartender handed me the third glass, laughing.

She came in at a close second. "Tell me, Ciaran, how is your endeavor going with the coal mines you are pinning after?" Nerezza asked and spooned some ice cream into her mouth, Lemon flavored with a sweet granadilla syrup. Mint leaves to break up the sugar. I smiled and took a bit as well.

Even the mint that left my mouth wanting more. There were traces of oranges and a slight bitterness that only lemons carried, but more than that was the light flavour of mint that accentuated the drink's refreshing quality. There was a knock on the door. I ordered them to come in, and a few seconds later I heard my door click shut then light footsteps trudging to my position. “My lady.” The honey-haired woman bowed then met my gaze. Burning blue sapphire eyes that paired perfectly with her honey-gold hair. -No..no…- I spilt the drink that I was drinking.

Ravyn responded, accepting Cemal's invitation, which left Gentle somewhat flustered. "See?... Wait, what? Are you serious?" ...Vyn, have you grown up so quickly?... ###### In front of the bar counter, Ravyn placed an order for two sparkling Citrus Thyme Quenchers. As the bartender attended to another customer, Ravyn discreetly added some herb powder to both of the glasses, stirring them meticulously. She then garnished each glass with a small sprig of dried lavender flowers before handing one to Cemal. He regarded her with a hint of suspicion. Meeting her gaze, Ravyn gently shook her own glass, subtly encouraging him to give it a try. Reluctantly, Cemal took the glass. The delicate scent of

She also knew she was slowly growing greedy for these little gestures-for the way they made her feel, for the way she was being pampered-but she couldn't hold herself back. She saw Damien coming back to the car while holding something in his hand. "What is this?" She asked curiously the moment he got inside the car. "Drink this. It's good for gastritis. You'll feel a lot relieved once you finish this bottle." Damien said while unscrewing the bottle cap. Grusha without further questions or doubts chugged the whole bottle down in one go. It was a mint flavored white liquid which was not that terrible to digest. After she was done drinking Damien brought the car back to life as they got back in

, he asks while walking around the room. “Salt?” “Chives?” “Rose oil.” “Rosemary.” “All are correct; to make Draught of Instincts, you’ll need two cups of rose petals, a pinch of salt, one whole chive chopped, two drops of rose oil, and two drops of rosemary.”, he says then continues, “Once you add the two cups of rose petals, you’ll stir it until the petals are sunken then you’ll add two drops of rosemary and the one whole chopped chive. Let that boil, then you add a pinch of salt and two drops of rose oil. You’ll stir that until it boils again, before turning it off.”

Waylon smirked, he looked at the tartlet in Dante’s hand then looked at him. Taking the hint, Dante shoved the tartlet into his mouth and ate it. He was pretty impressed with the flavour and hummed, “I like this one.” Waylon rolled his eyes, “Only because there is fish in it.” Dante smiled, “Yep!” Waylon snapped his fingers as he said, “We have thirty cherry tomatoes, ten chicken and asparagus rolls and twelve salmon tarts to eat until lunch.”