Chilchuck X Marcille Novels & Stories

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.

He asked my brother " Basketball, programming, boxing, gaming and many other things." " That's so good. Do you like playing some old games?" " Yeah." " Let's play one day." " Okay, how old are you?" " I'm 19." " And Vincent?" " 24, Do you speak Spanish?" " ¡Por supuesto!" ( of course) " ¡Interesante!" ( interesting) " Ohh Marco, you have Château d'Yquem? It costs £75,000, can we try it?" Vincent came amazed by that kind of white wine

Paris answered gruffly, now at the bar area section as he asked, "Would you like to drink something?" "Red wine, do you have a bottle of Le Chapeau?" The amber eyed male didn't know if Marcos had asked that question to mock him or because he truly wanted it because a Le Chapeau bottle was truly one of the rarest and most expensive bottles in the world. Thank God he was a partner of the company that believed in having a bottle of it for good luck. "Yes." "Mhm," Marcos kept walking around, his arms folded, "I bet you've never brought anyone here before."

he said, handing her a glass. She took it, their fingers brushing, and sipped. The wine was exquisite....rich and complex with notes of dark cherry and spice. "This is a 2015 Château Margaux," she said, recognizing it immediately from her years working with collectors. "This bottle costs thousands." "You're worth it." His eyes never left hers. "Tell me about the Rousseau collection. Why do you want it so badly?" The question surprised her. Damien rarely asked about gallery business, he left that to her expertise.

There was a pot of red wine, two wine glasses, foie gras, salad and two freshly-grilled steaks on the table. Waverly walked over, poured a glass of wine for Thomas and handed it to him. Thomas confidently tasted the wine, "It tastes a bit like 1983's Lafite Rothschild, but this wine is much richer than that. It tastes more like 1960's wine. Is this red wine from 1960?" He frowned as he couldn't figure out which brand it was. He took another sip and said, "Remy Martin? No, this can't be. Is this a limited edition edition from Domaine Romanee Conti?"

[Three months later] Three months can change a lot. I adjusted the tie of one of the promoters who'd be handing out samples of Sunvale Winery's new Merlot, making sure the logo was perfectly aligned. "Remember to mention the cherry notes and the time in the barrel when guests ask," I instructed, moving on to the next promoter in line.

I poured half the powdered drug in it and shook it. Satisfied, I took two glasses from the glass storage cabinet and walked up to him. "Here's the wine." Max took one look at it and frowned. "Oh, not this wine. There's another one in the fridge. It's a white wine. It's called Chico Noir. My stomach flipped. What? I forced a laugh, my heart pounding. "Oh! Right, Chico Noir. My bad," I said, hurrying back to the fridge. What I had left wasn't much, but I still thought it could do a lot more damage.

Morgan led Jessica to a table and started ordering. "What do you want?" Jessica shook her head as if she didn't know what she wanted to order because the menu's language was strange. Jessica didn't know anything about this. "Soupe A l'Oignon, Beef Bourguignon, Vanilla Been Creme Brulee and Chateau Lafite 1787 end Mineral Water!" The maid was shocked when Morgan ordered one of the most expensive wines in the hard-to-find world. "We don't sell wine that expensive, sir. But we do have Henri Jayer Cros 1993."

Sitting, he also went back around his chair and sat down A waiter came up immediately and took our orders. Glancing through the menu, I ordered the Seriole which contained citrus cured hamachi, chive aïoli, cardamom-beet Purée with mizuna salad while he ordered Poularde which contained Louisiana crayfish, wild mustard, pickled ramps drizzled in nettle oil. Ordering a bottle of 2012 Elvio Cogno ‘Bricco Pernice’ Barolo, the waiter came back two minutes with the bottle before informing us that our food will be ready in fifteen minutes. Opening the bottle, he poured each of us a glass before setting it in the bucket of ice that was on the table before he excused himself. Taking a sip, I immediat

I said. Sarah nodded, her eyes shining. "And this 2015 Château Margaux is heavenly." Monsieur Dupont smiled. "Excellent choices! You have refined tastes." We decided on two bottles for Grandpa: the '61 Lafite and a rare '82 Petrus. For ourselves, I selected a bottle of the '15 Margaux, which Sarah adored. As we lingered over the wines, the effects of the alcohol began to show. Sarah giggled, her cheeks flushed.