Nobleman Wine Novels & Stories

she added. "How did you know about that?" Robert curiously asks. Even he was in awe at how Skye recognized the label. "Ahm...I had it once at one of the parties I attended. I got curious so I searched it up" After clearing her throat, she casually explains. "How about mine, what wine do I have?" A woman beside their table reaches out her glass to her. She did what she did to her glass earlier, and a smile carved her face. "Cielo Cabernet Sauvignon 1910. The same varietal and cult wine. But unlike Azure, Cielo has a bigger production at 400 to 500 crates per year" Skye returns the glass to the woman.

I had thought that I would go home with a collection of two brands, but I was enticed by some others. “Alright, I'll like to take Romanée-Conti (1945), Screaming Eagle (1992), Château Mouton-Rothschild (1945), Château Cheval Blanc (1947), Heidsieck (1907)” I listed them out. Although they were quite expensive, but it seemed they were going to taste really nice, so there was no harm in getting them. “This man will take you around to the shelves where each of these bottles of wine have been placed.” She informed me as the man came close.

Leo: “I’ve got some good news for you, but it'll cost you. How about that 1945 Romanée-Conti?” Leo was a notorious wine enthusiast, and 1945 Romanée-Conti was the pinnacle of rare wines—a vintage gem, almost mythical. It had fetched nearly half a million dollars at auction in 2018, and he knew Alex had a bottle in his collection. Leo couldn't resist using the opportunity to “blackmail” his good friend; it wasn't every day that he got a chance to mess with someone like Alex—a man notoriously hard to provoke. Barely seconds later, Alex’s response appeared, and it was curt, almost mocking.

he said, handing her a glass. She took it, their fingers brushing, and sipped. The wine was exquisite....rich and complex with notes of dark cherry and spice. "This is a 2015 Château Margaux," she said, recognizing it immediately from her years working with collectors. "This bottle costs thousands." "You're worth it." His eyes never left hers. "Tell me about the Rousseau collection. Why do you want it so badly?" The question surprised her. Damien rarely asked about gallery business, he left that to her expertise.

They were sitting in the corner, where the lighting was dim, and you wouldn't really notice them except you were staring in that direction. I wasn't looking at them; it was their movement that caught my eye. "Here you go, ma'am. Opus One 2017. A premium Napa Valley wine known for its complex flavours and smooth finish." He smiled as he poured the wine for me. "Thank you," I murmured, taking the glass from him. It was alcoholic. Despite the dark fruit and spices that wafted alongside it, I could already perceive the aroma. At this point, I didn't care if I was getting drunk on it. It was all Giovanni's fault.

The soft amber light overhead gave the room a warm, inviting glow. I ran my fingers over the labels, reading names that exuded class and refinement. There were bottles of Chateau Margaux, Screaming Eagle, Dom Pérignon Rosé, and a vintage Montrachet. Rose always had a knack for surrounding herself with the finer things in life. Grabbing a bottle of Merlot, I poured myself a glass and sank into one of the plush chairs in the corner. The rich, velvety wine was a welcome distraction, but my mind wouldn’t stay quiet. Instead, it drifted—back to Kaelon.

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.

After that, they intended to make even more fun of her. While Tom and Nina were pondering this, they noticed the manager approaching Fay while carrying three bottles of wine wrapped in red cloth on a tray. "Miss Roy, here is the wine it’s Domaine de la Romanee-Conti Grand Cru 1945, priced at a staggering $558,000. This rare burgundy wine from France is highly sought after due to its exceptional quality and limited production - only 600 bottles were produced in the aftermath of World War II.” The manager said.

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.

She slowly tore her eyes away from his body as she could undress him with her eyes. “Here you go, mi lady” he said with a little bow and handed the glass to her “Mmm” she sighed as she tasted the wine. “It’s so good” She felt silly for saying that but couldn’t help herself. It was nothing like the cheap Bogle Petite Siracusa she always got. She licked her lips and savored the taste. “It’s Vino Noble di Montepulciano” Nate said, lifting his own glass to his lips “Pardon?”