Chilchuck X Marcille Novels & Stories

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."

Cheryl took the glass and asked, "What's in it?" Christina was the one who answered. "It has two different kinds of schnapps, some tequila, some rum, and a little lemonade. It really is good. Try it." Cheryl finally did and liked it. She handed the glass to Julio, who also took a sip. "Would you like to try some..." I realized Christina was talking to me. "Mark. I'm Mark." "Nice to meet you, Mark. Now try some." Christina handed me the glass. My fingers brushed against hers as I took it from her. I took a sip. It was very good. I smiled to acknowledge as much and took another.

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.

"Mr. Cruz please take a taste. I want this ignorant thugs to know that they messed up with the wrong person today." Joey Cruz nodded and smiled as he swirled the wine around for a few moments. after that he closed his eyes and put the grass under his nose to get a whiff of its scent. A satisfied expressions appeared on his face immediately. He took a light see from the glass and immediately looked in chanted by its taste. He opened his eyes after. "It's the unmistakable face of Château Margaux 1787." He exclaimed excitedly the moment Joey Cruz said that, Angela's expressions turned into one horror.

He grinned and took my hand. We reached the hotel's bar and restaurant on the private beach and ordered some drinks and snacks. We had been eating at the same spot since we arrived and the bartender already prepares for me a nice tall cherry and strawberry juice, and to Caleb there was a special cup of a wine he brought with us; a Domaine De La Romanee-Conti, Grand Cru, from 1983. It took me a full day to recover myself from the shock of knowing how expensive this wine was, to know it came from Aeneas as a gift made it less shocking.

Grandpa Mack drop a frame on the wall and thrust his hand on a small hole,he drag out a bottle of a vintage wine and a packet of cigarettes,Xander jump up with an outcry. "Shhh"Grandpa Mack give him the packet and wine. "I said no wine"he examine the drink in his hand "Domaine de la Romanee-Conti “Romanee-Conti” 1965,why am I just seeing this?" "Quiet down,I don't want to be chastised" "Why?this is supposed to be in your cellar,what about the Screaming Eagle Cabernet you bought?wait! do you smoke now grandpa?"Xander remove a cigarette from the packet.

Beside it sat a tall cocktail glass filled with something pink and sparkling, tiny bubbles rising to the surface, delicate edible flowers floating on top like it had been designed just to tempt me. In front of August, the man set down a single glass of deep ruby wine. Château Margaux. Even I knew enough to recognize the label. The bottle placed discreetly on the side table probably cost more than I used to make in six months. The man left us alone again. I picked up my fork, hesitating for half a second, suddenly aware of how closely August was watching. Then I took a bite. The scallop melted on my tongue. Creamy. Salty. Perfect.

He tilts it toward the light, reads the label, then he holds it up and turns to the other men. "Guys," he announces to them. "This is a 1997 Sassicaia." Eddie takes the bottle and studies it. His chin dips in a serious nod. "Single vineyard. Super Tuscan." He looks at Charles. "This is thirty years old." "Twenty-eight," Charles says pleasantly. "But yes." Cilian takes the bottle from Eddie, examines it, and looks up at Charles with a respectful expression. "Where did you get this?" "Made it," Charles says.

Chiara walked past an oak partition with a small staircase attached to it that twisted in a circular motion to the bottom, where bottles of fine vintage wine were lined up neatly in a huge wooden cabinet from the ceiling to the floor on all four sides. "Well what do you think?!" Chiara Langlo looked before reconsidering the rows of wine bottles... "Bottles of white wine in the lower section, and bottles of Marlotte and Cabrinet in the upper section of the shelves." Angelo liked her way of talking to him. In fact, I felt that he was a human being that she dealt with without having any bad intentions or motives behind her. She did not care about the level of his wealth or his high status, yet

A good-natured chuckle rumbled from behind me. “Look at the lovebirds, so engrossed in each other!” Maximilian said, walking up the path towards us with Vivian and Steven in tow. I stepped away from Michelle and hid my clenched fists at my sides. She placed a delicate hand over her mouth and blushed coyly—not a trace of her defiant glare to be seen. Vivian stepped forward and handed her a bottle of champagne. Michelle accepted it with a delighted smile. “Dom Pérignon P3, aged twenty-five years. What a treat!”