Izutsumi X Marcille 소설 & 이야기

he continued explaining “take the list of them so that the chef can find out about the singularities of each one of them... Maybe we should give the chef a sample of each one and thus he appreciates the bouquet of each of them better.” “Well... excellent.” I said amazed by the passion he showed speaking “But I want you to participated in the making of the menu, at least give your opinion on some of the dishes.” “Well.” he settled in his seat “I have three wines that are my babies.” I took my notebook and started writing the information “The first one is my Pinot Noir from reserve, it has traces of raspberry, coconut, currants and freshly cut grass, the flavor of my wine is very delicate, qui

The culinary experience at this high-end restaurant surpassed my expectations, leaving me in awe of the culinary mastery on display. To my surprise, Isaac went above and beyond by ordering a bottle of Bâtard-Montrachet, a red wine known for its opulence and commanding price tag. As I took my first sip, I understood why it was held in such high regard. The wine was a symphony of richness and power, enveloping my palate with its full-bodied nature. I detected a harmonious blend of intense aromas and flavors, ranging from the delicate notes of almonds to the vibrant essence of ripe apples. The wine whispered hints of white flowers and spices, adding depth and complexity to the overall experienc

My hands are clasped above the table, trying to implore a ', please let me’ look. The sommelier came to serve us the wine, so I straightened my back to give space to the steward who approached my seat. As he pours out the wine in my glass, the strong smell of alcohol and grapes soothes the air. Its tempting aroma made me close my eyes to savor the scent. I was savoring the flavors that melded the air when the voice of Ares disturbed my concentration. "Romanee-Conti." "1945"

My eyes moved toward the label. La Verge was boldly written across it. I looked at Mark. “Please don't tell me you know everything about this too.” “I know a few things.” “Of course you do.” He reached for the bottle. “It is French.” “Wow.” “Don't interrupt.” “I can't help myself.” Mark ignored me. “Good wine takes patience.” I rested my chin on my hand. “Very deep.” “It's true.” “Are you going to tell me that you can taste the grapes' childhood trauma too?”

She figured he might have taken it off somewhere. "Do you need something?" Natasha asked with indifference. She didn't recognize him, and despite his attractiveness and apparent sophistication, she had no interest in engaging with him. Brian didn't seem to be bothered by her lack of interest. He smiled and pointed to the glass she held. "The wine you're enjoying is a 1997 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti. It has a truly unique flavor." Natasha glanced at the red wine in her glass, which was shimmering under the lights. Even though she wasn't a wine expert, she thought this wine was really tasty and had a unique flavor.

“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.

Sebastian requests somberly, and River peers over at him with a minute smile and uncertain gaze. "I don't see why not," River responds, choosing that moment to taste his wine. "Ok, expensive wine is gross." He cringes. "That's a bottle of Blanc." Sebastian says, incredulously. "There's absolutely nothing blanc about that wine. It leaves a bitter aftertaste, but it is rich with nuances of lime blossom, maybe... litchi?" his voice trails off and Sebastian narrows his brows. "... and the gritty characteristics of passionfruit." River snaps his right fingers.

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”.

I said politely, still gazing at the painting on the wall Then I realize that I am talking to myself, lost in the stairs not knowing the direction he took, I lost track of the room he entered "Sigh" I open the first room I see then I peep through; it is filled with wines- Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot, Shiraz, Pinot Noir, Malbec, Zinfandel, Grenache Sangiovese and so on, my body was already to look more at the labels My mind begins to blow up as I touch the labels of each wine, I take up a red wine- Malbec from the bar with a glass cup. It tastes so bitter and sweet at the same time

"There's something-" "Maria, darling," Eliza cut her off without looking up from her phone, "be a dear and bring me a glass of the Château Margaux. The 2015, not that 2016 garbage." "But ma’am, there's an urgent-" "Did I stutter?" Eliza finally looked up. "It's such a beautiful morning, isn't it? The kind that deserves to be savored. With very expensive wine." Maria hesitated for a moment before disappearing to the wine cellar. When she returned with the requested bottle and glass, her hands were shaking slightly. "Ms. Eliza, please. Mr.-"