Immortal Wine の小説・ストーリー

He was yet to complete his words when I cut him off. “Uncuff him and you all come inside, let's have some fun. There's lots of food and drinks. I began to walk in through the front glass door. The boys watched me for a while skeptically before leading themselves in along with the one who stole. “C'mon boys, I told you to uncuff him. He deserves to have some fun too”. I told them and rushed to the wine ware. “ I've got a good collection of wine. I ran a quick finger through the names and found a long line of wine from Krug Clos du Mesnil, Domaine de la Romanée-Conti, Penfolds Grange,The Glenfiddich, Hennessy Richard, The Macallan M Black to a host of others could get one confused. I finally s

" Anastasia muttered. "Get to the main point Earnest Brown." Catherine retorted. "Yes," He said trying hard not to roll his eyes at the woman. Alexandra gritted her teeth. The vexatious woman was ruining the moment. "First I bequeath my precious collection of old wine aged more than 60-year exclusively made by the finest winemakers of the era to Alexandra Winchester. I know how much you love wine but you have to promise that you will not drink it when you are in despair. My wines are too precious to be wasted by someone sad. It should only be taken at the time of celebration and when you are happy."

Wine wins, every time. I swirl the wine in my glass, savoring the ridiculously smooth flavors. Dark fruit, spice, and a hint of oak — it's like a party in my mouth! While Andrei steps away to take a call, I sneak a peek at the bottle. I can't quite believe it. A 1945 Mouton Rothschild. I've heard of this wine, but never thought I'd actually get to taste it. Lost in the wine's flavors, I'm startled by Andrei's voice, “Yes, she's here. I'll take care of it. Just a minute.”

"Interesting. The drink gives a different vibe than the one I am used to. What's its name?" " My apologies Mr. Knight. I mean James - I don't have an answer for that question. But I believe my assistant can do so!" She turns her head toward a redhead that was following her, then she asked her. " What was the name of the wine again?" "1811 at the Chateau d’Yquem - one of the the best white wines ever made around the world." The assistant explained. Violetta then faced me with a curious look on her face. " Aren't you going to try your drink, Nina?"

“These three series consist of top-quality good wine. Elite, which has the lowest standard, is sold at $100,000 per bottle. Meanwhile, the Grandmaster series is priceless. It is rare to see its wine on the market, so each bottle can be sold for up to $1,000,000!” Thomas felt a little surprised. “A bottle of wine can be sold for up to $1,000,000?” “Yes, because the wine in the Grandmaster series is very hard to manufacture. Only about ten bottles are manufactured every year. It is said that after regular people drink the wine, their bodily health is restored. When patients drink it, their diseases can be cured, and the wine helps them recover. Although it sounds exaggerated, it shows how grea

Once she stepped away from the case, he’d have free rein to act with impunity. But she had no intention of backing down. Calvin took a sip of red wine alone. The Romanée-Conti, aged in treasured oak barrels and fine glasses, tasted warmer and deeper with time. Just by closing your eyes, you could almost smell the vineyard from that year—the sunlight stretched across the estate, warming the air, steeping it in memory. However, for human beings, time is an irreversible wheel—an unfillable gulf that, once passed, is forever cast in regret.

“This is a red wine crafted in the Avermandy region, called Ronan wine. It is an old vintage. These three bottles are worth more than 800 thousand dollars! “Even a swanky hotel like Majestic Hotel can only keep several bottles. I’m offering these three bottles for you as a treat from me.” Marco’s showy move made everyone’s eyes widen. They were all stunned. “Ronan wine is the king of all wines. Plus, those bottles are worth more than 800 thousand dollars! I’ve never drank such exclusive wine before! I could never afford it…” “Wow, Marco’s sharing such precious wine with us? That’s amazing! He’s so generous!” “Oh, my God! I heard that only five thousand bottles of Ronan wine are produced each

Ezekiel turned to Aurelia, his eyes softening in gratitude. They stood before a stunning collection of exotic wines from the nineteenth century, meticulously displayed on polished mahogany shelves. The dimly lit room highlighted the wines' rich hues, casting a warm glow on the delicate glass bottles. Aurelia's gaze wandered over the impressive selection, recognizing some of the rarest vintages. Ezekiel gestured to the collection. "Some of the finest wines in the world. I thought you might appreciate them." Aurelia's eyes widened as she reached out to touch an 1869 Château Lafite. "This is incredible. Thank you for inviting me.”

The waiter still had a good attitude and smiled, "So, Sir, your friend just ordered a bottle of red wine, you know that, right?" "I knew that, it can't be the red wine for 400,000, right?" Richard's heart skipped a beat, he thought he might have guessed right. The waiter smiled at him, "Yes, Sir." "What kind of wine costs 350,000? Do you think I haven't had good wine before?" "Sir, your friend wanted our limited supply of Romanee Conti Pinot Noir! I think you must have heard of Romanee Conti, Pinot Noir is its noble variety, priced at thirty-five thousand, our store, only able to get two bottles in a year."