Novel Wines Novels & Stories

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.

I had hoped they'd say that but hearing it out loud still sent a rush of pride through me. "This one is part of a new collection I have been developing with the team," I said, finally pouring them another round. "We're calling it The Season Series." "The Season Series?" Diamond echoed her brows raising. "Yup," I nodded, the corners of my lips lifting. "Each wine represents one of the four seasons. The flavour, tone and even colour. This one," I pointed to the one bottle which I had poured for them. It was a transparent bottle that showcased the vibrant red colour in it. "This is Autumn. Warm. Grounded and a little nostalgic."

he praised. I squinted my eyes as I watched Aiden slowly pour me wine and there was nothing suspicious on his face. Leaning back on the couch, I crossed my legs and clasped my hands in my lap, my posture creating dominance in this conversation. “Romanee Conti, a wine from Bugrundy in France, give it a try.” He pushed a glass of wine towards me. When he saw me pick it up and drink it without hesitation, he was so surprised that he burst into laughter, "Oh? Not afraid I might have spiked it?""

“Of course.” “I’m Vana, by the way.” “Jared.” He shook my hand with his left hand. “I’m not a wine expert. My only experience is what I learned from my Grandfather’s restaurant. You probably know much better than I do, but our best-seller is Cabernet from the Blackwell Winery. The climate and their unique way of processing gave a very distinct special taste.” I poured a Cabernet and gave it to him. “Are you an old client? Forgive me. It’s my first day.”

However, she believed that she could learn a lot from this experience. Lucy learned that the charm of red wine was not just in its rich and mellow flavor but also in its meticulous packaging and branding. In Charleston, there was a very famous winery called Prussian Winery. Many representatives from that winery attended today’s wine-tasting event, offering a selection of their aged wines to promote their business. Prussian Winery produced several prestigious series of wines, and their overseas sales were commendable before Leon Corporation entered the wine business. After Leon Corporation joined the intense competition, they managed to establish their presence in the red wine industry.

“You did not have to order anything.” Adrian reached over and patted my hand like I was a child. “I wanted to spare her the trouble. Grief takes a toll.” A few of the men exchanged looks. Jacob sat directly across from Adrian, arms folded loosely, expression calm. Too calm. His plate sat untouched. I wished, not for the first time, that he would stop watching me so closely. “Wine,” Adrian announced, gesturing to the bottles lined up like trophies. “I brought a few selections from my personal collection. Cabernet from Napa. A lovely Bordeaux. Please, help yourselves.”

"Interesting. The drink gives a different vibe than the one I am used to. What's its name?" " My apologies Mr. Knight. I mean James - I don't have an answer for that question. But I believe my assistant can do so!" She turns her head toward a redhead that was following her, then she asked her. " What was the name of the wine again?" "1811 at the Chateau d’Yquem - one of the the best white wines ever made around the world." The assistant explained. Violetta then faced me with a curious look on her face. " Aren't you going to try your drink, Nina?"

My brain struggles to process what I’m seeing. What the fuck. Inside my locker sits a bottle of red wine. My favorite. I hardly drink, but when I do, it’s always red. Not the cheap kind either—the deep, rich kind that tastes like dark berries and warm earth. This particular bottle is from a tiny winery in southern France. Zara and I discovered it two summers ago during a wine tour through the countryside. The vineyard had been hidden between rolling green hills, the air thick with sunlight and the smell of grapes. The owner poured us glasses while telling stories about his grandfather, and by the end of the tour we had bought ten bottles to bring home.

I kept my gaze fixed on Amy who was sitting on the other side of the table nibbling on a lobster, she seemed lost in her own thoughts.. ___Nicolas? I looked away from Amy to her chatty friend. ___ Yes? __What wine is this? ___ Brunello di Montalcino is a premium Italian red wine produced in Tuscany, do you like it? __ It's delicious, I've never had such good wine before.. ___ is my favorite. say And looking directly at the silent angel sitting on the other side of the table she said:

Fondling the cup, Julien watched and imperceptibly curled up his lips. Soon after, Mr. Chase cried out again. Mrs. Chase shivered and stood up with a start. She sulked, "Hey, you freaked me out." Paying no attention to her, Mr. Chase stared wide-eyed at the four bottles of wine and trembled with excitement. "These... These are originals from those world-famous wineries." He looked at Julien for confirmation. Julien nodded to express that he was not wrong. Mr. Chase was even more excited. "Geeze, never have I thought of having the chance to see the original wine, and they are from different wineries. What a day!"