Novel Wines Novels & Stories

She was a beautiful woman. The waiter walked at that moment with a bucket with wine bottles in it. “About time” Arnold muttered. The waiter bowed. He stood erect with his hand at his back “We have only the choicest wines, we have the 2016 Malbec, 2006 Syrah and the 2016 Chardonnay. What would you like?” They all began to make their picks. Ashley leaned towards him. "What do...”

Champagne didn't know why but she felt like opening her legs for him. She was starting to feel wet under there, after all she was drunk no matter what she does, she won't remember tomorrow. Nikolai's hand moved over the inside of her hips forcing them part, her breathing was heavy as he licked on her ear lobe. Until he reached her wet pants, pushing them aside. His thumb rubbed against her bud and she moaned holding on to him tight as her legs felt jelly. He rubbed it again and she moaned this time louder, he felt her body shiver and his grip tightened.

He shrugs. "You are in your own home. Who cares if you get drunk or tipsy?" I smile. "I do. I don't want to make a mistake to piss off Dex." He nods. "I will keep an eye on you, okay?" I nod. "Sounds like a good idea to me." He chuckles as Hunter walks back in. "Pappy Van Winkle 20 years old. And Domaine de la Romanee-Conti, Romanee-Conti 1988," he said. I look to Luca for any ideas. He smiles and takes them from him.

Amanda laughed, “Was your ex a sommelier?” Nala stood up and in a mock French accent she picked up the bottle of water and laid it on her right hand, “I would recommend this 1759 vintage bottle of La Armada blend of pinot meunier and Nebbiolo grown from the highlands of the Himalayan Alps. The dark cotton soil gives it the characteristic bouquet of the sweet dark chocolate and has notes of coffee and strawberry. It pairs well with the charcuterie board.” We all howled out in laughter at her impression as well as the very incorrect details.

she said warmly before retreating. "She really outdid herself," Christian remarked, pulling out my chair. "Lucy always saves her best dishes for special occasions." "It seems our arrival is quite the occasion for her," I said, noticing the meticulous attention to detail. "It's the first time I've brought a wife here." He teased lightly as he poured olive oil into a small dish. "That deserves a proper celebration." Christian opened a bottle of wine, filling our glasses with a deep ruby liquid. "This one is special," he said, swirling it. "From Sophie Vineyard, vintage 2015. We only produce it in exceptional years."

she called, as she peeped into more lines of the shelves. Suddenly, he popped up behind her, his presence was so close that she jumped slightly. “Relax,” he said with a teasing smile, as he held up a dark bottle of wine. She narrowed her eyes at him, her lips twitched into an amused smile, “Fancy, I have trauma whenever I see a wine bottle,” she joked. Eros chuckled, “I still have trauma whenever I see a glass pressed on those fine lips, but this…” he held the bottle between them. “Chateau Nocturne, 1789, my very first wine, made when we opened our own brewery.”

Under a wobbling worktable sat a wooden crate the color of old money. I pried it open with a screwdriver and several crisp insults. Inside: six bottles, dark green, corks intact. > Château de Montclair – 1834 Grand Vin – Mise en Bouteille au Château I clutched my hoodie string like pearls. “House,” I whispered reverently, “did you… cellar?” No response. But the silence was smug. I wasn’t saying Varyn House apologized for last night’s ghostly prank with a gift of vintage wine—

She quickly turned her face away, pretending to look out the window. The man walked over with two glasses of red wine in hand. “Here, try it, wine lover! I had them prepare this in advance for you — a rare vintage from the Balkans, 1987.” Serena took the glass and sipped gently. The wine was deep in color, clearly aged. It had a balanced acidity, a smooth texture, and an alluring aroma. “I read in a book that 1987 was a bad year for grapes. All across Europe, the harvest was poor. Top-tier wines from that year are extremely rare. It’s nearly impossible to find a bottle that’s survived till now! Where did you get this treasure?!”

"This is a 2018 Zinfandel. It comes from Croatia just on the other side of the Adriatic." He lifted his glass of wine and swirled it, "If you're looking for a good wine from Italy then a 2017 or 2019 Primitivo is what you're looking for. It's a close relative to a Zin and is similar. It's fig and fruity with a good body and a nice peppery finish. Easy to like and my go to for new wine drinkers." "And what makes those years so special?" I stared at him with a curious expression.

She finally released herself from his hold. She walked over to the dining table and sat down. "Wine?" "Right." He walked into the kitchen and took out a bottle and two glasses. "I had it delivered quickly, it's called Ariel Cabernet Sauvignon, a duplicate of the original. Apparently it still preserves the alcoholic taste even though it has been dealcoholized using reverse osmosis." He explained as he opened the bottle of red wine. "I don't know what reverse osmosis is and I don't want to know. I just want to drink." She groaned.