Novel Wines Novels & Stories

she says slyly and walks back to her seat. She has style. He picks up the wine and drinks it in two big gulps. Nova looks smug. Luckily Max doesn’t notice any of this. He’s too busy running his hands through his hair and his eyes darting around the room while he tries to figure out what to say.

"Okay." I took her hand, led her towards the blanket and sat us down. She looked anxiously at me as I opened the basket and took out two wine glasses and a bottle of wine. Ice wine that could only be found in White Winter's Land. I poured it for the two of us and waited for her to taste the rare delicacy. "Bitter but oddly sweet too," she said scrunching up her nose. "I like it very much!" "Of course you do. It's....how do I say it? Recherche and very much sought after. It would be disappointing if you didn't like it."

Ezekiel turned to Aurelia, his eyes softening in gratitude. They stood before a stunning collection of exotic wines from the nineteenth century, meticulously displayed on polished mahogany shelves. The dimly lit room highlighted the wines' rich hues, casting a warm glow on the delicate glass bottles. Aurelia's gaze wandered over the impressive selection, recognizing some of the rarest vintages. Ezekiel gestured to the collection. "Some of the finest wines in the world. I thought you might appreciate them." Aurelia's eyes widened as she reached out to touch an 1869 Château Lafite. "This is incredible. Thank you for inviting me.”

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?”

She looked so innocent, which made me smirk at the thought of how fiercely she used to confront Noah. "What?" she asked, approaching me. "I thought you were asleep." "What should I do? Someone woke me up!" "What's this?" she continued, eyeing the wine. "I’ve seen Noah drinking it before, and almost all his cellar is filled with it. It looks brand new!" "Scasseri? Huh." "Yeah, it’s made from grapes grown under the shadow of a volcano in Italy." "Wow, never heard of that before!" She picked up a wine glass, ready to pour herself a drink, but I stopped her, earning a sharp look from her.

“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.”

The waiter said pointing at the said man who stood beside him. "I see you know your vintage sir, Zeña is a premium wine from Chile." The sommelier began " The smell of blackcurrants and blackberries mixes nicely with the smell of vanilla from the oak barrel and you'll feel the grain tannins with the elegance of a full bodied wine. " The sommelier explained and i nodded acknowledging his grand explanation. I tipped them nicely and they both scurried off again. "That was hot!" Eve said making me blush. "It sounded like something I've heard before." She mumbled.

Kristopher squinted his eyes. Barking? How was Darrell so foolishly confident that he had won the game? Sarah arched her eyebrows, her words deliberate. "Cheval Blanc 1947, Lafite 1787, Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon 1992, Lafite 1869, Margaux 1787, Romanee-Conti 1990, Margaux 2009." Their responses in the years they guessed for the two Lafite vintages were inverted. The host announced, "Sarah takes the win!"

He grabbed the red wine as he said, "We didn't come empty-handed. Look, we brought a bottle of good wine, Lafite." Felicity moved her eyes. "Year eighty-two?" Vermont decanted the wine, saying, "I think you watch too many dramas. Lafite must be year eighty-two? Year eighty-two Lafite was just always written and used by those web novel authors and web drama screenwriters." Felicity was speechless. "You're a small business owner. And you brought this kind of alcohol to fool us?" "This kind of alcohol?" Vermont ground his teeth as he said, "Year ninety-six. It's over ten thousand dollars a bottle. It's a few dollars per sip! And who's a small business owner? I'm a tycoon with over a hundred mil

he whispered. Daniel placed a hand on his father’s shoulder. “She never left. She’s in everything we do.” Alexander swallowed hard, nodding. “Yes. She is.” The First Bottles of a New Era As the festival continued, the Cain family unveiled their newest creation—Lily’s Reserve, a limited-edition wine made exclusively from the vines planted in Lily’s final years. Daniel stood on the stage before the gathered guests, holding up the first bottle. “This wine is not just about flavor,” he said. “It’s about history, about love, about everything this vineyard has stood for.”