Chilchuck X Marcille Novels & Stories

One can play that game. I smiled confidently at him. “Nope, not that. It will ruin the flavor of scallops.” I forced myself to relax my shoulders and straighten my chin. “I would rather pick Larrivet Haut-Brion. Do you have this? It is an intense and subtle wine with a hint of vanilla. It will blend perfectly with this delicacy.” Am I really chatting about wine and scallops with Gabriel Stark? A small smile appeared on his beautiful face. Damn. I couldn’t seem to get enough of his young and dynamic features, a shadow of a beard on his jaw that made him much sexier and manly, and a fine haircut.

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.

he raises one to my view, “has one of the rare and expensvie vintages stored.” “Chateau su Sang Noir eighteen ninety-six,” I spell out as he hands it over. “What does that mean?” “Black blood estate. This one here,” he points to a bottle shaped oddly, “is Tenuta Marevelenata eighteen ninety-nine. Means Haunted Sea estate.” “If you look at it that way, this place is haunted with the presence of the maiden.” We burst into laughter at how ridiculous it sounds. “I’ll say we start with this for now. If you may, my kind sir.”

She lets out a low laugh but is still cautious. "It's hard to relax when you're analyzing me like a wolf looks at a lamb." I smile, picking up the glass of mineral water the waiter just served. "If I were a wolf, I would have already attacked." The sommelier returns with a bottle of Château Margaux 2015—a full-bodied red, with notes of cassis and tobacco that will pair perfectly with our dishes. While he serves, I watch Elizabeth. She studies the ruby liquid in the glass with curiosity, swirling it slightly before bringing it to her lips.

She forced a smile and went back to listening to Jasper, even though her ears were ringing. Shortly after their order arrived, a waiter approached their table with a bottle of vintage red wine that looked incredibly expensive. "Compliments of Mr. Blake at the next table, Mr. Quinn. A 1982 Château Margaux. He sends his regards and says this is to celebrate the family reunion." Jasper stopped cutting his food. His face turned cold. Slowly, he turned around and finally saw Diego. Jasper’s expression was like stone. Hazel held her breath.

In the wine cabinet, not less than 100 bottles. Exhibition of several famous red wine brands, Chateau Mouton-Rothschild 1945, Inglenook Cabernet Sauvignon 1941, Penfolds Grange Hermitage 1951 input a clean sheet on a wooden shelf, In particular, the 1992 Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon bottle was relaxed again in a glass cage in the middle of the wine cabinet, as it could essentially afford a $500,000 villa.

Lawrence smiled warmly. “Welcome to the Valchini estate, Ms. Rucci. Tonight I prepared herb-crusted roasted lamb with rosemary jus, truffle-whipped potatoes, honey-glazed heirloom carrots, asparagus and a wild mushroom tart.” My stomach immediately growled. Lawrence laughed. “And Mr. Valchini selected a bottle of Château Auremont Réserve 2008.” “Lawrence,” I breathed, “you might become my favorite person here.” Azrael frowned. “That quickly?”

Some chairs were removed. In their place, a long central table was arranged— Now filled with an impressive display of fine wine. Crystal bottles gleamed under the lights. Among them were: Château Margaux 2005 Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon 2012 Romanée-Conti Grand Cru Penfolds Grange Shiraz Each one— Worth a fortune. Each one— A statement. — Then— The Grand Elder stepped forward once again. Microphone in hand. "Everyone," he said.

It was perfect for today, though. She ordered the Cozze al Vino Bianco, a light dish of mussels in a garlicky white wine, and paired it with a 2022 Terlan Quarz Sauvignon Blanc. She was delighted by the complex notes of citrus, mango, and tropical fruits when the server poured a sample, and she nodded, indicating she was pleased with the selection.

“I’m not sure… Your offer sounds promising, especially in respect to Caitlin, but I made a promise to Matteo actually and I’m a man of my word.” Cord leaned backward against his chair and pressed his lips together. “I see,” he said, hiding the disappointment in his voice. Amanda, now half-recovered from her shock, wanted to voice out her thoughts but the male server bringing her ordered wine interrupted her. “Madame O’Malley, presenting the Special Edition Chateau Margaux 1787 as per your request.” Amanda tossed a smile on the server’s way and nodded. “Thank you, Sir.” There was a long silence as the server popped the wine in front of them and poured a liberal amount on each of their flutes.