Chilchuck X Marcille Novels & Stories

"I'm so glad we're on break. I needed this." "Me too," Silas said. His foot slid higher, dangerously close to where I was already wet and aching. I grabbed my wine glass and took a gulp. Then another. "Easy," Silas murmured. "That's a 2015 Bordeaux. You're supposed to savor it." "I like it," I said defensively. "Clearly." Chloe leaned back in her chair, stretching. Then she frowned. She leaned her head, sniffing the air like a dog catching a scent.

I didn't know Marc already made a reservation here. "Mr. Collins, right this way, please." A woman older than me said. She led us to a table that's only good for two and it was very quiet. Like there's nobody that could interrupt us. Marc pulled out my chair and made me sit. After that he did the same for himself. "So...what would you like?" He asked, looking at the menu. "Anything that would satisfy my stomach." He smirked and chuckled at my reply. "We'll have Libert Farms Pekin Duck Rillettes." He said. I don't know what that is but it sure sounds good.

“Yes, he’s a polished waiter and a real gem.” As if on cue, Charles came and set two cordial glasses down on the table, and a rather large plate in the center. “Porto Rocha 20-year, and the chef’s special,” he announced. Rai heard the sound of a lighter ignite and flame rising from the plate in the center. The heat of it carried the scent of ripe cherries laced with sweet liqueur. The flame was short-lived, leaving only mouth-watering sweetness in its lingering wake. “Enjoy,” said Charles, taking his leave.

I wаntеd tо rаvіѕh her rіght thеrе оn the tаblе. Thе ѕоmmеlіеr came by аnd asked uѕ if we hаd аnу preferences. "Baron de Rоthѕсhіld, рlеаѕе. The Chаtеаu Mоutоn Bordeaux… the '49, іf уоu have іt."

“So how do I decide on the wine, Pat? Be reasonable!” “We need red wine; preferably dry. We have a choice from Château Bellegrave, Château Duhart-Milon, Château Cheval Blanc, Château Haut Brion and a few more whose names I am not able to pronounce correctly.” He honestly admitted. “What kind of meat do we have?” “Beef tenderloin.” “Sounds good!” She looked at the sumptuous collection of dry red wines. She had no doubt that her uncle had prepared this assortment of probably awarded bottles and that Jack was just a messenger. Only he was able to match wines flawlessly to the dishes served.

The sound of the television snaps me from my musing; “Thank you, Evelyn. Hello, everyone, my name is Marilyn, and today, we’re at Central Park to witness a historical moment in the wine industry. Master sommelier and famous wine critic, Evan Davis, shall taste and critic all four flavours of the Château Claire’s Spirits and Roses collection. Will the company be saved or will they have to close up production, come along, let’s find out together…!”