Red Wine Aesthetic Novels & Stories

"Just red wine, right? It's not a big deal." It was in fact a big deal. Amarone was one of the finest Italian wines, known for its rich, sweet flavours, with a high percentage of alcohol. Isabella had no idea what she was getting into, but Antonio knew it. He stared at her, amused by her slightly slurred speech. "I think you're tipsy already, Isabella." He said, mischief gleaming in his eyes. "You've had just two glasses and you can hardly keep your eyes open." "I'm not tipsy." Isabella retorted. "I'm just... having fun."

Whether by intention or accident, he had selected the most expensive wine. Seeing Isabella holding the wine, Cynthia felt a pang of disappointment and tried to dissuade her, “Sister, you know you can’t drink alcohol, right? It’s bad for your health. You should stick to juice.” Isabella was initially displeased with Lucius’s choice of red wine, but Cynthia’s comment made her more confident in Lucius’s decision. She shot Cynthia a disdainful look and said, “I prefer red wine.” “Oh, really?” Cynthia saw Isabella walking right into her trap and asked, “Since you like red wine, you must know quite a bit about it. Can you tell us about the origin and characteristics of this particular wine?”

Holly asked, "This red wine tasted funny, Abel. Can you tell?" Abel had been deep in his thoughts since earlier. When he heard Holly's words, he picked up his wine glass and took a sip, smacking his lips after that. "It does taste funny—it's a little bitter. Has it gone bad?" Zenia, who had been quiet all along, hurriedly said, "This is the finest vintage Romanée-Conti red wine that I've brought all the way from Calria. It's impossible for it to go bad. "Maybe because you already had a meal earlier? The wine should be enjoyed separately."

He was sitting comfortably, legs crossed, one arm resting at the hands of the couch and the other is below at his chin. He glanced at me and raked his eyes up and down, a little spark showed at his eyes but he quickly masked it. "Red is NOT your color." He stated and shook his head. I shrugged and went back, he's right though. I closed the door and took off the clothes as I looked for another one to try on. The second one was a fitted black long gown, It has see-through sleeves, a long back slit, and a v-cut at the front the gives a little view of my dress. I guess this suits me well. I opened the bathroom door and walked out.

On the small table beside my chair sat a glass of red wine I hadn’t touched. I didn’t actually want to drink. I just felt calmer knowing it was within reach, like an emotional-support Cabernet for a woman who had spent an entire day smiling at donors, investors, and potential clients while pretending her private life wasn’t currently being used as a PR strategy. The vineyard in front of me was slowly changing color, green turning gold before shadows began swallowing the rows. The sky above the hills was still pale blue, but a thin streak of peach had started forming along the western edge.

My anxiety pushed through my vains--- Julie cleared her throat again,snapping me back to reality. "We're are bringing fashion in collaboration with winery as an expression of art..." I paused, I'm usually more confident but there was something about his stare. He almond eyes felt naked through my skin... almost sinful. He was looking through me,not at me. " This would effectively shape the media representation of Renault Wine because it would provide a platform for upcoming models, fashion designers and more to recognize Renault Wine,not just as a benefactor but will increase it's stock markets, provide it the luxury of the likes of Louis Vuitton,Zara--- ermmm"

“Uhm, I don’t want to sound like a douche at all. I just really think you should add more variety of pastries to your chocolate cakes and cookies. I know everyone probably already knows you for the chocolate from the business name and all, but I really think variety should be the spice of your shop. Also, if you can add coffee that would be great.” “Thank you. I’ll think about it. What made you think of it?” “Let’s say, I don’t want to go too far to get these things when I can easily come out of my office to get them.” She laughs. “Interesting. Makes a lot of sense. Thank you.” “Let’s head back down to my party, shall we?” “Sure.” She stands up and I grab a bag under my table. “Here’s the wi

He leaned back in his chair, enjoying the discomfort he was creating. “I have no intention of making Lu cry,” I said plainly, lifting my glass to my lips. The wine was a deep ruby red, its aroma a complex blend of berries and spice. I swirled it gently, watching the light dance across its surface. Gracian gave me a long look over the rim of his water glass. His eyes were hard, calculating. “No. Of course not.” There was a moment of loaded silence. Lu didn’t seem to know if that exchange was playful or dangerous — in truth, it was both.

I want to make sure we keep a bottle or two at all times for her. “Fattorie Romeo del Castello Vigo Etna Rosso. Of all the wines I’ve tasted, it has by far been the best. It fits you.” Crista sighed. “And how might that be?” I inquired, letting myself relax now that she seemed comfortable. “It’s delicate, sweet, but also tangy and a little bitter.” she yawned. I chuckled softly at her explanation.

This man is really domineering. Ashley doesn't know how to drink, and she doesn't want to drink, but now the wine is stuffed into her hand, she shakes the glass lightly, the mellow aroma of the wine evaporates in the air, and the mellow smell goes straight into her nose, In addition, when Morgan took a sip of red wine, he looked quite intoxicated, which made Ashley want to take a sip. The red wine in Morgan's wine cellar is top quality, Ashley doesn't understand wine, but she knows that every bottle is very expensive.