Novel Wines Novels & Stories

Perfect. “Red wine, Lenora?” He says with a hiccup. “I never developed a taste for it myself.” “Yeah. I like the complexity in the different varietals. Carménère is my favorite. I wish I could grow grapes on pack territory, but the iron in the River would make it impossible. That and the short growing season this far north. Cheers.” I extend my glass. “Cheers.” He touches his glass to mine. “What are we celebrating?” “Fresh starts.” I smile at him. “It took me a few days to think about it, but I believe the Council members are right. We have a lot to learn from each other.”

Killian's POV The dinner table was set. All that was left was to choose a wine. I went to the back of the house and opened the cellar door. My grandfather’s wine collection was vast, filled with complex and meticulously aged vintage blends. Now, some of my choices were part of the collection too. Under the yellow light of the basement, I walked through the aisle, mulling over my options. Finally, I made my choice—Dal Forno Romano Amarone della Valpolicella. Aged meticulously for over a decade, it held notes of dark chocolate, espresso, and a subtle spice. As I headed back upstairs, wine in hand, I passed the staircase toward the kitchen. The sound of light footsteps made me pause. A glimpse

VINCENZO VOLKOV After lunch with Little Mouse, I returned to my office and began reviewing some documents. As I scanned through the reports, I discovered that my wine company had slipped behind the competition. It had only placed third at the International Grand Cru Awards, a prestigious event recognizing the finest wine producers globally. This wasn't where we belonged—third place wasn't enough.

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.

Aquarius answered, “Nothing special has happened. There’s just been some competition with Art Trading Corporation. Besides, some companies have sent their people over to seek collaborations. For example, Serene Winery sent someone to deliver two bottles of wine to show their sincerity. They hope to collaborate with us in the future.” Serene Winery? Thomas asked. “I’ve never heard of it.” Aquarius explained, “Serene Winery is a local enterprise in the Southland District. It’s a centennial brand. They never sell their wines to other areas, just in the Southland District. “There’s a proverb that says, ‘good wine needs no bush.’ That’s Serene Winery in a nutshell. “Their wine is the best in the

"Give it to me." "Yes master." Mr Sampson passed him the red wine and the note. Raymond opened the note. First, he wasn't expecting a long speech. It said. "Raymond and Elsa, please try this wine and enjoy the evening together. Hopefully it puts you both in the mood, and soon I would have a little nephew to play with." Raymond opened the bottle of wine. It was an excellent wine. It was made in 1941, Cabernet Sauvignon is the most famous red wine with a big, bold taste. It is one of the most popular wine in America. It is the greatest of all red wine.

I know you'll be busy next year with taping. "No problem. I'll call you right away when I'm free. Thanks for letting me know about this." And the call has ended. At the same time, I arrived at the grocery store, which is right next to our house, and found my purpose here. I put two red wines in my cart; a Yellow Trail Cabernet Sauvignon Red Wine and an Encomienda de Cervera Poker D Tempranillos. Then three Jacob's Creek Chardonay, white wine, and I'm ready to go to the cashier.

"I'll agree to whatever it is you want me to do. Are you going to make me give up onions perhaps?" "F*ck you!" Adrian blurted out, forgetting Diavolo's status for a moment. "I won’t drink. All I want is my belly filled." "Wonderful! More for me then! Arlo makes the best brew with the highest quality grapes. He gives me a bottle every year." 'Grapes? Does he mean wine?' Adrian shrugged. There were many different wines throughout Navia, making them worth nothing more than a few dollars. Yet, it looked like wine was extremely precious in this world.

Frank took a sip of wine after clinking glasses with Titus but soon noticed something as the liquid slid down his throat. "What…" He frowned, glancing at the dark-red wine. "Problem?" Titus asked. "That's a special grade Romanee-Conti, imported from Franconia. They produce less than 400 barrels each year, but 200 of those have been brought here expressly for this banquet." After his commentary, Titus made a look of dramatic realization. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Lawrence—I've forgotten that hillbillies like you never get to experience such fine wine, let alone relish the exquisiteness in its taste."

I said politely, still gazing at the painting on the wall Then I realize that I am talking to myself, lost in the stairs not knowing the direction he took, I lost track of the room he entered "Sigh" I open the first room I see then I peep through; it is filled with wines- Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot, Shiraz, Pinot Noir, Malbec, Zinfandel, Grenache Sangiovese and so on, my body was already to look more at the labels My mind begins to blow up as I touch the labels of each wine, I take up a red wine- Malbec from the bar with a glass cup. It tastes so bitter and sweet at the same time