Chilchuck X Marcille Novels & Stories

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!”

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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Another, a more exotic mix of mango, avocado, and grilled shrimp, tossed in a light citrus vinaigrette. Of course, no billionaire's dinner would be complete without an impressive wine selection. Three crystal decanters sat gleaming beside each setting. One, a deep ruby red, held a rare vintage of Château Margaux, its label proclaiming a year known for its exceptional harvest. The other, a pale gold, contained a crisp, dry Chablis, perfectly chilled and ready to complement the seafood. The last one was her favorite, a fruity wine with a red ribbon tied around it.

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.

He extended a heavy crystal tumbler toward my face, completely ignoring the fury of my speech. "The repetition was for emphasis." And because my throat was completely parched and my animal was vibrating with stress, my fingers snatched the glass, and I drained half the dark fluid in one massive swallow. "My compliments to the cellar." "A Vieux Château Certan. Two thousand five." "The tracking data means nothing to my lineage." Though the velvet texture on my tongue was undeniably spectacular. "An exceptional season for the Bordeaux vines because of the dry winter cycle—"

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.

The waiter said pointing at the said man who stood beside him. "I see you know your vintage sir, Zeña is a premium wine from Chile." The sommelier began " The smell of blackcurrants and blackberries mixes nicely with the smell of vanilla from the oak barrel and you'll feel the grain tannins with the elegance of a full bodied wine. " The sommelier explained and i nodded acknowledging his grand explanation. I tipped them nicely and they both scurried off again. "That was hot!" Eve said making me blush. "It sounded like something I've heard before." She mumbled.