Nobleman Wine Novels & Stories

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

"Be smart. Don’t just stand there like a log!" Adriana held the bottle with both hands, wishing she could just slap Calvin on the head. "Boss?" Calvin flicked his cigarette ash lazily. "Pour it." Adriana swallowed her frustration. "Okay, boss!" The wine flowed slowly into the goblet. The deep red liquid gave off a mellow, rich fragrance. Her slender fingers gripped the stem of the glass as she lifted it to Calvin’s lips. "Boss, this is Romanée-Conti, a collection piece from a Burgundy winery. You’re rewarding me with a sip, right?"

She closed it with a decisive snap and handed it back to him. “I’ll have the 2019 Sancerre, the Domaine Vacheron,” she said. “Chilled, but not too cold. And bring a bottle of still water for the table , no ice.” Julien nodded once, then turned to Adrian. “Same for me,” Adrian said, “but make mine a glass of the Cabernet Franc blend from Loire, the 2020 Chinon from Domaine de la Noblaie. And the same water.” Julien’s pen moved quickly across his notepad. We all placed our orders .

looking over at Ella. Both women nodded, looking around as our waiter brought out the wine and fruit punch for Ella. Chateau La Mission Haut-Brion Blanc 2018 is my favorite. Hopefully the ladies like the wine. If she didn’t I would have to teach her the world of wine. This woman already owned me and didn’t even know it, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her.

He snapped his fingers, and a waiter immediately trotted over. "Sir, is there anything you need?" "What's the most expensive wine you have?" "The 1985 Romanee-Conti, even more precious than the 1982 Lafite Rothschild. We only have three bottles left in the entire country, priced at 2.55 million each!" "Great! Open all three bottles! Tonight, Frederick will foot the bill!" Malcolm grinned widely. Jade was shocked. "One bottle for 2.55 million? That means almost eight million for three bottles! Are you crazy?!"

He was the type of person that if they gone too far his calmness would fly into a rage. Angela grabbed his hand and spoke for him. "It doesn't matter if he's just a house husband or whatsoever I don't mind them either. The most important thing is he can help me" Mr. Yan was not listening to her after all, but instead his focus was on her perfect curvy figure. "Ok-ok! That's enough let's sit down shall we?" The four of them took their seats at the table. Mr. Yan told his assistant to bring them a bottle of wine and it turned out to be a top tierwine called 'Château Margaux 1787 that cost over a million dollars for a single battle.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” Mrs. Reed quickly regained her composure. “No, dear. Go ahead, eat.” Victoria, sitting beside her mother, suddenly spoke up, her tone sweet but edged with something sharper. “I still have a bottle of really good wine downstairs. Let me grab it. Since Evelyn’s here, she has to try it.” A servant hurried off to the wine cellar and soon returned with a bottle of Romanée-Conti, one of the most expensive wines in the world, worth over two million dollars a bottle. Even the aroma was decadent.

“You did not even offer me a wine, husband.” “I’m sorry. I’d been busy punishing you.” “Right.” My cheeks burned, a quick reminder of how he punished me last night until I admitted I was jealous. “That’s Sicilian grapes. Nero d’Avola. One of the indigenous varieties.” I swirled the dark red liquid and sniffed it. “I don’t even know what’s in it, but it smells peppery and tobacco.” I grabbed the bottle. “Who’s Stella? Her name is everywhere.”

Anything. “Sit,” he said finally. I hesitated but obeyed, taking the seat beside him. I could feel the heat of his presence even though he wasn’t close enough to touch me. The scent of him lingered heavily, mixing with the strong cologne already filling the air. He reached for the glass of wine beside him and took a slow sip. I glanced at the label because the bottle had been beside the table earlier, and I recognized the name. Romanée Conti. One of the most expensive wines in the world. I had only seen it once, in a magazine with insane luxury items people like me would never touch.

Morgan led Jessica to a table and started ordering. "What do you want?" Jessica shook her head as if she didn't know what she wanted to order because the menu's language was strange. Jessica didn't know anything about this. "Soupe A l'Oignon, Beef Bourguignon, Vanilla Been Creme Brulee and Chateau Lafite 1787 end Mineral Water!" The maid was shocked when Morgan ordered one of the most expensive wines in the hard-to-find world. "We don't sell wine that expensive, sir. But we do have Henri Jayer Cros 1993."