Chilchuck X Marcille Novels & Stories

looking over at Ella. Both women nodded, looking around as our waiter brought out the wine and fruit punch for Ella. Chateau La Mission Haut-Brion Blanc 2018 is my favorite. Hopefully the ladies like the wine. If she didn’t I would have to teach her the world of wine. This woman already owned me and didn’t even know it, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her.

The balcony doors were thrown open to the night, candlelight flickering across a table set for two. The chef approached, bowing slightly. “Mr. Whitfield, as requested, pan-seared Chilean sea bass with truffle risotto, accompanied by sautéed asparagus and caviar butter sauce.” Demetria blinked, visibly impressed. “And the wine,” I added, gesturing. A chilled bottle of Château Margaux 2005 rested in a silver bucket, already uncorked. She shook her head, a small laugh escaping. “You don’t do simple, do you?”

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?"

A wooden cart on wheels stood ready in the center, its shelves empty. Marco hopped onto the cart, acting as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “Help yourself. We have vintages from my father’s estate, plus any region you can think of. Tuscany, Piedmont—my personal favorite is the Brunello di Montalcino.” Aurora climbed onto the cart beside him, laughing. “We need a cart just to get around down here?” He winked. “You’ll see.” He pulled a bottle of pale pink rosé from a rack. “Too early for red?”

"You could pour us some wine. Glasses are in that cabinet." I found two crystal wine glasses and filled them with the pale golden liquid. The label was in French, with a vintage date that made me raise my eyebrows. "This smells amazing," I said, handing him a glass. He took a sip, his eyes never leaving mine. "It's a 2015 Montrachet. Perfect with seafood." I swirled the wine in my glass before taking a small sip. The complex flavors exploded on my tongue; hints of apple, honey, and something I couldn't quite identify.

Fondling the cup, Julien watched and imperceptibly curled up his lips. Soon after, Mr. Chase cried out again. Mrs. Chase shivered and stood up with a start. She sulked, "Hey, you freaked me out." Paying no attention to her, Mr. Chase stared wide-eyed at the four bottles of wine and trembled with excitement. "These... These are originals from those world-famous wineries." He looked at Julien for confirmation. Julien nodded to express that he was not wrong. Mr. Chase was even more excited. "Geeze, never have I thought of having the chance to see the original wine, and they are from different wineries. What a day!"