Chilchuck X Marcille Novels & Stories

It sounded like he was in a way trying to mock me. "Okay," I said. I finally gave in. He had said too much already in such a short period of time. I didn't want to hear anymore of his persuasive words and even those that sounded like he was trying to mock me. He said, "here's a glass of wine. Château Cheval Blanc is the name of the wine. It's a whole new shade of red wine. You'll love it." "Thank you," I said politely. I sipped the glass of wine and it tasted good. I didn't want to have too many sips to avoid getting tipsy.

The excitement shines out of his eyes as he waits for me to taste the wine. “Excellent bouquet. Licorice, cherries and tobacco. The flowers and berries are really well captured in this vintage”. I smell the contents and swirl the wine around in the glass before taking a sip. "Still tastes of sour piss". "Ah, you rascal". Matelli laughs, taking a sip himself, after which he leans back contentedly. "I missed it”.

He moves the center table closer, then perches next to me. He slices some chicken and hands me a fork. “Here.” “Thanks.” I take a scrumptious bite, and the cheese instantly melts in my mouth, complementing the chicken’s spices. “Oh my goodness. This is delicious!” His eyes glimmer. “I’m glad you like it.” He also consumes a piece before opening the Domaine Coch-Dury chardonnay wine. He pours it into our glasses and hands one to me. “Now, try this.” I take a big gulp of the wine, and immediately my mouth feels like it’s been filled with colorful fireworks. It’s sweet, creamy, delicate, and juicy all at the same time. “God, this is incredible. This is how it is. Thank you!”

Crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, they were irresistible. As if we hadn't eaten enough that we might pop, we also tried Madeleines, small shell-shaped cakes that were slightly crispy on the outside. They had a hint of lemon that made them refreshingly different from most of the desserts I've had, even though I wasn't really a lemon fan. To wash all this down, we got a bottle of Château Margaux, a red wine with a slightly acidic taste. Cecil, being the wine enthusiast she is, nearly finished the whole bottle herself.

“What is this brand? I have never tasted it before.” Gonalz looks amused. “It is a very old brand. Château Vellorien.” He lifts the bottle so I can see the faded French lettering. It looks expensive. Ancient. I let out a soft chuckle and drink a little more before placing the glass on the table. Gonalz studies me with an expression that is both warm and weary. “I am happy for you, Bronze. I do not like your decision, but I will go along with it.”

wine is good, and I don’t have to drive, “I can drink that, why not.” The sous-chef responds with a polite smile and takes the wine bottle from the maid. He opens it up and fills our glasses. “This is the 1811 Chateau d’Yquem, made in the age of Napoleonic wars, containing saffron, honey, pineapples, and lime, crafted using sauvignon blanc and semillon grapes…” Listening to the sous-chef’s introduction, I can’t help but take a gulp quietly. Oh Lord, there you listen to my prayer again. Please don’t let me get drunk. I heard Victor say I undress myself when I get drunk.

I looked at the label and felt something warm and unexpected bloom in my chest. Château Rosaire. A small-batch red from a vineyard in the south of Casavera that produced only three thousand bottles a year and sold most of them before they left the estate. The label was simple, a hand-drawn rose on cream paper, and the wine itself was dark and velvety, tasting of blackberries and woodsmoke and the particular ache of a memory you didn't know you had until something brought it back.

But then we both went silent until the waiter arrived with the wine. “For the lady first,” Lucious muttered as he picked up the already chilling bottle. Then he glanced at me as he continued, “it's a 2015 vintage. Very exquisite, Olivia. Notes of dark cherry and…” “No wine for me,” I interrupted, clearing my throat.

Ruine pulls out a chair for. I thank him and take my seat. "Thank you also for coming Mr. Marcel, I believe this meeting is going end up as a big partnership for us. Chanel is excited to make this collaboration possible" he says and the waiter comes for our orders. "A bottle of your finest wine and whiskey please" Mr. Ruine says and looks at for approval. I nod and smile. I notice the man keeps looking at me with a flirtatious smirk which makes me a little bit uneasy.