Red Wine Aesthetic Novels & Stories

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.

“You may taste it.” A grin spread across my lips as I twisted the glass stem in my fingertips, swirling the deep red liquid, noticing the Gibbs-Marangoni Effect, and inhaling the bouquet. Black currant, dark berry fruit, and leather were the qualities I detected. Next, I took a sip, allowing the wine to stay on my tongue as more flavors came to life. Tobacco, truffle, and cedar came to mind. “Delicious,” I said after swallowing. “Mrs. Luciano, you’re a connoisseur?”

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.”

The culinary experience at this high-end restaurant surpassed my expectations, leaving me in awe of the culinary mastery on display. To my surprise, Isaac went above and beyond by ordering a bottle of Bâtard-Montrachet, a red wine known for its opulence and commanding price tag. As I took my first sip, I understood why it was held in such high regard. The wine was a symphony of richness and power, enveloping my palate with its full-bodied nature. I detected a harmonious blend of intense aromas and flavors, ranging from the delicate notes of almonds to the vibrant essence of ripe apples. The wine whispered hints of white flowers and spices, adding depth and complexity to the overall experienc

Maria seemed to freeze, in all the time she’d known Melissa, she’d never once drank red wine on a business deal, even when her father was CEO and doing business in the area, if Melissa was with him, she always had bourbon. “One bottle of red coming up.” The lady’s Italian accent coming through. Maria dashed off, despite her years she could move. “So red wine? Why do I get the feeling that you only ever drink bourbon?” Blake asked a perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised. Smiling gently “I like Maria, but if she’d have got bourbon she’d have been back quickly, with red wine she has to go down to the cellar then pick a decent bottle, decant it, allow it to breathe for an hour, and we can take out t

ERIC’S POV The royal chef presents the goblet filled with wine. I gesture for him to leave and he bows his head before leaving. I look towards the goblet. It is a silver goblet adorned with different precious and rare stones. I pick the goblet up and take a sip of this wine of Eden. The moment the liquid touched my tongue I felt heavenly bliss. This is my favorite wine because its red color represents victory, my victory. It has always been said that red is the color of victory and that is the reason I like it.