Red Wine Aesthetic Novels & Stories

All neat and tidy, but my heart still felt restless. I moved swiftly heading towards the wine rack, I searched through for my red wine. It had antiinflammatory and antioxidants properties, this would calm me down. This was the best wine for my heart at the moment. Taking the red wine, I took my glass cup and poured myself a drink. I had great antipathy for my wolf. I saw nothing special about Isabella. Yes, she was more beautiful than her sister but that was all there was to it.

“But now I'm single again. So he can go hiding his face in the back seat.” I drop my bag on my desk again, no one, and I mean no one will insult Aziel in front of me with impunity. “Mr. Fellogan, do you know why aged wine is more precious than those worthless kitchen elixirs?” I ask, looking straight into his eyes. “Because those extracts are found in every kitchen. But that aged wine, patience and purity are the main ingredients. What comes quickly runs out quickly.” I raise my eyebrows questioningly.

Ayesha said and was about to open the wine but Roxy immediately took the wine from Ayesha. "Of course, I know. Chateau Lafite Rothschild Red Wine: One of the most renowned wine properties in Médoc. This wine has one of the most exciting flavors and aromas. intense, spicy, pure cassis and creamy vanilla. This wine is like a perfume in the mouth. So, don't you dare open this liquor, because I will return it to that arrogant man." Roxy said while holding the wine. Lia and Ayesha were impressed by Roxy's summary description of that expensive wine.

It is the grandest of all red wines. Grayson was about to give it to Mr. Harlan to put in the wine cellar when he could feel Sienna staring at him. He wished she was looking at him, but unfortunately, her target was the wine in his hand. Sienna looked surprised, "Is this Cabernet Sauvignon?"

She said nothing but just picked up the wineglass and took a gentle sip. She then looked at Jared again with a faint smile in her eyes, raising her glass to make a toast to him. "I like the taste of this wine," she said softly, but her interest was apparent. After all, it was twenty-thousand-Esperian-dollar red wine. It tasted slightly astringent at first but quickly turned sweet in the mouth. The extremely full-bodied taste made Nicole squint slightly.

He is massaging my feet, it feels like heaven. In one hand I have a nice full bodied red wine from one of the Bodega VIP brands. I swirl it around and inhale the heady aroma. A mix of almonds, blossom and blackberry. “This is one of the finest, right?” I say as Dante forms small circles on my foot. “It is one of the best but you know it is not one of the most exclusive. In Capri, they are working on a new blend.” I raise my eyebrows. “I didn’t know that nobody had informed me. I should take Xander there.” Instantly the small circles stop and Dante looks at me with a cocked eyebrow.

“This does not have that.” “Next, the sample.” Aiden poured a small amount of the golden liquid into an empty wine glass. “Look at the wine. Look at the color. It tells you about maturity and quality. Color changes with age--whites darken and reds lighten. It should also be clear and not have anything floating in it.” The wine looked golden and soft. I couldn't see anything wrong so I nodded for him to continue. “Now, swirl.” He demonstrated the gentle rocking motion with his wrist. “See how it runs down the glass? Those are the 'legs'. The faster they run down the side, the less alcohol and body it will have. Long legs indicate a fuller body and more alcohol.”

She retorted, taking another sip continuously. “Well, I heard Dibarou’s red wine was stored in fermentation for more than eight decades. It really is good wine.” Mylene commented with a smile on her expression, lightly shaking the glass and taking a whiff of the red liquid. To Crystal, though, this is vintage leisure to indulge something so valuable and expensive. Red wine isn’t really commonly tasted in terms of not so special occasions. After all, its mostly exclusive to prestigious events and figures. Not a leisure that she can plainly afford even with the boss backing her up.

Even when she knew that he wasn't her own blood, she chose him and not me! "I remember the humiliation I went through that day and all she could give me was this mansion as compensation!? Does she think I'm a beggar!?" He shouted and threw the glass on the floor. He was breathing heavily as he looked at the red wine fallen on the floor. He leaned down and sat on his toes. He looked at the blood red wine. "What a beautiful color... This color itself is an art that God has created with his hands" He looked at the wine. He turned towards the statues.

Red wine twirled within a transparent cup made of glass and fashioned for the simple and unnecessary sake of aesthetics. By Truth, Maekil never could understand the desire to be pleasing to the eye. Perhaps it was because all his life he had been nothing but pleasing to the eye, perhaps it was not. He dropped the cup without taking a sip. He would only taste of the wine when the night was over and the morning greeted him with the light of the sun. Normally this wasn’t the case: not in his manor.