Mikasa Double Old Fashioned Glass Novels & Stories

"We don't sell wine that expensive, sir. But we do have Henri Jayer Cros 1993." "Yes, bring it!" The maid left to prepare Jessica and Morgan's order. Soon, the maid came back with Morgan and Jessica's order. "Eat that soup; it'll warm you up!" Jessica nodded and stared at the bottle the Maid was opening. The scent immediately hit Jessica's nose as the dark red water was poured into the glass. "You don't have my permission to drink this." "I don't want to. Why look for disease when health is better!" Morgan immediately glared at Jessica's face. And Jessica could only look down.

He texted her, asking where they were drinking. They ordered two kinds of drinks: the Polmos Spirytus Rektyfikowany 192 Proof and Penicillin Cocktail. 192 Proof is made of premium ethyl alcohol with an agricultural cereal origin while Cocktail is one of the best drinks in Singapore. This is an intoxicating concoction of Islay Scotch, honey-ginger sweetening, and recent juice, the drink is lemony, sweet, and alluringly smoky all promptly. The cocktail tastes like a slice of heaven. It will be worth it.

It smelt of fresh cinnamon. The smell of home. My safe haven. I took off my shirt and hung it on my hook. I strode to my rack of gins, my eyes scanning my collection for something strong. Something Strong enough to burn my pains away, yet mild to keep me grounded and active. I saw an 1878 Don Mario Vintage and smirked. Exactly what I wanted. I turned a glass and quickly poured out a little amount in the glass. If I take that drink to my work table I might get drunk and not do anything productive.

“Not just for you. I’ll put it all back together again because I want it. It belongs to me. Every piece of it. Do you understand?” “Yes.” A smile spreads across his lips. “Yes, what, my wife?” “Yes, I understand, my husband,” I respond. “That’s my girl,” he says with pride in his voice before he claims my body yet again. I wrap myself around him and claim him right back. 12 MIKAEL “Thank you for your hospitality.” I nod toward Marco, who places a mahogany box on the leather trimmed table in front of us. “You shouldn’t have,” drawls Red Swanson as he opens the box. Nestled inside is a bottle of Hennessy Beaute du Siecele. “I heard only one hundred bottles of these have been made. This seems a

He slid two glasses on the table and popped out the lid of the bottle. He professionally tilted the glass and poured half of the liquor. “This… this classic is rare to find nowadays, it’s one of the ancient specialities, known to be from the '50s, very less shot in the market now,” He poured another glass when I was looking outside at the sea. He handed one glass to me when I turned toward him, “Thank you, Nik,” I couldn’t believe I finally called him out by his name. “Pleasure is all mine, Angel,” He sat and took a long gulp after clicking the glasses. I followed him too with a small sip.

“To the wolf who will always be someone to look up to and someone to strive to be like. We drink to you, my dear girl.” The Alpha King uncorked his bottle and took a swig from the bottle. As did everyone else. I smiled down at the 17 year Hibiki Japanese Whiskey. It was my favorite and something I had joked about with Aelia while she was serving some of her top shelf whiskey. Nate next to me had some Don Julio 1942. Noah cursed next to me and I looked at his bottle. Finn was trying not to laugh but was struggling. His bottle was of Monte Alban Mezcal. A tequila that was known for having a worm in it. Finally, Finn couldn’t hold it in and he snorted. I looked behind and Charles was also laugh

"Then let's order our drinks. You still have to go back to work, but we can have a drink while we wait for our meal?" "One won't hurt." "What would you like?" "Well, you offered me a culinary experience, so surprise me." He flashed a beautiful smile and nodded, placing the order with the waiter who brought our drinks and menus. "It's called Papa Doble. Rum, maraschino liqueur, lime, grapefruit juice, and ice. I think you'll like it. I toast to your lovely company." Levy raised his glass. I smiled at him and accepted the toast. I tried the drink and was impressed - it was fresh and so cold, with little sugar, the sweet-and-sour taste of grapefruit, and the distinctive nutty flavor of maraschi

“The key to this drink is the hefeweizen beer. Grab me a bottle, and we’ll get to work,” he instructed. When he turned his attention to the jackass demanding the obscure drink, Chris dialed up the charm. “Not everyone has a palate as high-class as you, sir. I’d take The Barbecue over a regular whiskey drink any day!” “You got that right,” the man replied, puffing out his chest like a peacock. Chris mixed a dab of Jack Daniel’s with Maker’s Mark, adding an extra jigger to hopefully put the man on his head. Making swift work with his

Each one seemed to radiate an air of forbidden luxury. “This,” Mia said with a smug smile, her voice smooth, controlled—seductive. “This is what you call real celebration.” She turned to the group, eyes glinting with an invitation. “And I brought it just for you.” Even Beckett Harrington, who had been lounging carelessly with his arm slung over the back of a chair, sat up straight. His eyes widened, mouth dropping open as he picked up one of the bottles. “You’ve got to be kidding. This is Scottish distilled whiskey from the seventeenth century. 92% alcohol. One sip and you could light your breath on fire.”

It’s a nice space, light colors on the walls, lots of big windows overlooking the garden, soft and comfortable furniture and a big bar with all types of liquor and wine. Farkas makes a straight line to the bar, Lilly and Sophia hot on his heels. He dives into the cabinets and pulls out whiskey and wine glasses, followed with a bottle of wine and a bottle of whiskey. “Aaah.. Exactly what I needed.” He says and holding up the bottle of whiskey.