Chilchuck X Marcille Novels & Stories

Small mercies. "Champagne?" Marcos is already gesturing to a server. His hand moves through the air with practiced ease, catching the server's attention without seeming to demand it. "Dom Pérignon? Krug? Whatever you prefer." "Krug," Sophie says immediately. "The vintage." "Excellent choice." Sophie is watching Marcos with open appreciation. Not the predatory assessment from before. Something lighter. More playful. The pink light makes her skin glow, makes her eyes sparkle, makes her look younger somehow. Less armored.

He gave me a sly look, raising one of his eyebrows, and I smiled. I don't know if it was because I came to visit him or because he was in his house, but his demeanour was more welcoming, and he was smiling a lot. "Alright, a red wine should do, preferably a Charmes-Chambertin wine." "Great choice; I love that wine too, and I just happen to have it." He brought out a bottle and poured it into two glasses, and he handed me a glass of the wine. I received it, twirling the glass in my hands before bringing it close to my nose to inhale it. I closed my eyes as the scent of black fruit and cherries filled my nose. I shook the glass again and drank the liquid.

After Claire drove away, Charlie returned to the living room in the villa. At this time, Jacob and Elaine had each taken a pile of gift boxes apart by themselves. When Elaine opened one of the gift boxes, she exclaimed excitedly, “D*mn it! It is actually a limited-edition Chanel bag!” Jacob took out a bottle of Moutai. After reading it carefully, he was stunned as he said, “Oh, my God! This is a five-star Moutai that was produced in 1958! There is very limited stock, and a bottle of this Moutai even appeared at an auction a few years ago. The price of this bottle was 2.99 million dollars!”

He sat on a deep cushion armchair across from the bed, watching me with that same unreadable expression. “Boss… will you be needing a server?” the guy asked, glancing toward Blake. “Not yet, Lucien.” Blake gave Lucien a subtle signal, and Lucien responded at once. He moved immediately to the glass-front wine chiller, selecting a perfectly chilled bottle of Château Margaux. He poured the deep crimson liquid into two crystal glasses, offering one to me with a slight incline of his head before setting the other within Blake’s reach. Blake's stare on me was unnerving, like being studied by a scientist before a dissection.

"Fish will be ready shortly, Shan." "OK," I called out from the kitchen. "Potatoes are done, just doing the tomatoes." "Bring some more wine with you, will you?" "Sure thing. Which Sav Blanc was it?" "Klein Constantia. Top right of the small rack. There's at least one more there." "Got it."

Mateo motioned the server over to me so that I could try the wine first. He approached me, uncorking the bottle, and gently pouring it into my wine glass. "Chateau Lafite Rothschild from Pauillac, France. Dated 1844." He put an extra uumpf into pronouncing the French words with more emphasis. I nodded my head in appreciation, although I had no idea what all those words and numbers meant.

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She closed it with a decisive snap and handed it back to him. “I’ll have the 2019 Sancerre, the Domaine Vacheron,” she said. “Chilled, but not too cold. And bring a bottle of still water for the table , no ice.” Julien nodded once, then turned to Adrian. “Same for me,” Adrian said, “but make mine a glass of the Cabernet Franc blend from Loire, the 2020 Chinon from Domaine de la Noblaie. And the same water.” Julien’s pen moved quickly across his notepad. We all placed our orders .

He shrugs. "You are in your own home. Who cares if you get drunk or tipsy?" I smile. "I do. I don't want to make a mistake to piss off Dex." He nods. "I will keep an eye on you, okay?" I nod. "Sounds like a good idea to me." He chuckles as Hunter walks back in. "Pappy Van Winkle 20 years old. And Domaine de la Romanee-Conti, Romanee-Conti 1988," he said. I look to Luca for any ideas. He smiles and takes them from him.

Amanda laughed, “Was your ex a sommelier?” Nala stood up and in a mock French accent she picked up the bottle of water and laid it on her right hand, “I would recommend this 1759 vintage bottle of La Armada blend of pinot meunier and Nebbiolo grown from the highlands of the Himalayan Alps. The dark cotton soil gives it the characteristic bouquet of the sweet dark chocolate and has notes of coffee and strawberry. It pairs well with the charcuterie board.” We all howled out in laughter at her impression as well as the very incorrect details.