Novel & Cerita Chilchuck X Marcille

"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.

“Nothing that will weigh you down tonight.” “We’re offering a rare wine tonight,” the waiter cut in as he returned. “Château Margaux, 2010 vintage. Bordeaux. Limited production. It aged in French oak barrels, and carries notes of blackcurrant, tobacco, and leather with a touch of spice on the finish.” He poured small into Dante’s glass and he sipped, giving a single approving nod. The waiter turned to me and poured another. I lifted the glass, my hand trembling slightly, and took a sip. The taste was smooth and not too sweet, but all I could think about was the toy inside me.

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.

Marley settled down beside her some moments later after placing a bottle of champagne and two champagne flutes on the table. Clarissa raised her brows in askance. ‘What? We can’t drink in peace anymore?’ he asked jokingly. ‘Not when the drink in particular is a 1989 Scandinavian cherry pop, limited edition. What’s the occasion?’ she asked with a mouthful of pie. Marley had always been a collector. He prided himself on being able to collect even the rarest of gems, if he wanted. ‘We can toast to life. It’s something worth celebrating, right?’ he said with a smirk.

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.

Every time he called him by his surname, he felt his blood boil with anger and frustration. Brooklyn gazed at the vast and beautiful vineyards stretching for miles on either side as the car sped to some unknown destination. “These are all Pinot noir grapes. Our Willamette Valley Winery is known for its much sought-after Pinot Noir and increasingly for Chardonnay – the two main base grapes used to make Champagne. Today Ardolf Wineries here is one of the world’s leaders in Sparkling production,” he said, making Brooklyn’s eyes wide as she absorbed the information.

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.

I quickly look away, asking Susan to pour me another glass. “This is the Malbec,” Susan says, presenting another bottle. “It has a bold and spicy taste, made with dark cherries, with a hint of pepper and chocolate.” She pours Anais and Tim a full glass, because they’ve both been sharing one since. Luke declines, while I stretch my glass out for Susan. “You can really taste the chocolate,” Tim hums, passing the glass to Anais. My hands feel like jelly when Susan hands me back the glass. I hold the glass as firm as I can, carefully bringing it to my mouth.

Hearing the sommelier’s words, the guests leaned in, eager to discover who had judged correctly. The sommelier took another sip from his glass and confidently declared, “I’m certain this is Chictra, not Ley. Both wines are made from blue agave, but they come from different regions. Its quality and taste are slightly inferior to Ley. Though the bottle’s appearance is similar to Ley, the taste undeniably says Chictra.”

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.