Red Wine Aesthetic Novels & Stories

she said, laughing. They clinked glasses, and Conner took a small sip. He didn’t drink much wine. A glass now and then when he was out for dinner or at one of Cecilia’s society affairs where a beer might have seemed gauche. The Cabernet was nicely dry, with a pleasant tinge of oak that lingered on his tongue. He took a more substantial swallow, enjoying the warm relaxation spreading slowly through his head and stomach. Very different from the cold refreshment provided by beer, he thought, and more fitting to the occasion.

Her lips were painted the exact shade of seduction, deep red, bold, and deliberate. I barely reacted as my mind was too preoccupied to do so. “Welcome home,” she purred, stepping toward me with slow and deliberate movement. Holding out a glass of wine to me, she said, “You must be exhausted.” Without a word, I took the glass, my cold gray eyes fixed on hers without a flicker of warmth. I raised the rim to my lips and then took a sip. It was Merlot, an expensive wine which was rare in the markets. They were only delivered per customer's request.

They were sitting in the corner, where the lighting was dim, and you wouldn't really notice them except you were staring in that direction. I wasn't looking at them; it was their movement that caught my eye. "Here you go, ma'am. Opus One 2017. A premium Napa Valley wine known for its complex flavours and smooth finish." He smiled as he poured the wine for me. "Thank you," I murmured, taking the glass from him. It was alcoholic. Despite the dark fruit and spices that wafted alongside it, I could already perceive the aroma. At this point, I didn't care if I was getting drunk on it. It was all Giovanni's fault.

"Oh? Do you like wine in that case? Gwyneth had taken off her name tag before walking into the room. It was a coincidence that no one recognized her. "I do enjoy red wine, yes. I'm a wine enthusiast." "Really?" Leonard's eyes lit up with her simple answer. The greed in his eyes disgusted Gwyneth slightly. To put some distance between them, she moved in the direction of the exhibition area. She slowly said, "Red wine, champagne, white wine, and sparkling wine. Wine will likely be evaluated by novices based on flavor and color." She glanced nonchalantly at Leonard and continued as if nothing had happened, "If Mr. Rhodes questions my knowledge, I can discuss the color, flavor, and fermentation

Ariadne and Tudi’s eyes were still red from apparent tears and their makeup was distraught from the side effect of such tears, but Tudi had somewhat found enough composure to make her face a bit more presentable than Ariadne who didn’t seem to care one way or the other about hers. Kilvic nodded in response to Tudi, but his eyes never left their examination of the bottle. It was a fine creation to hold wine, and somehow it promised the wine would be even better. Aesthetics, he thought. This was predominant in the world beyond castle grey. Still, it was not new to him. Castle grey had its aesthetics too, fashion—if his mother was to be believed—by those who had married into the family over the

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.

Much to Jenny’s surprise and she-hated-to-admit-it pleasure, “Red Wine For Breakfast “became an instant ratings hit. All week long, bottles of domestic and imported red wines were being sent to her and Johnny by the caseload along with phone calls and faxes from all over their listening area. Unfortunately for Jenny, her former supporters were now encouraging her to agree to Johnny’s proposal. They were all going to be in for a shock tomorrow morning, and none would be more surprised than Mr. King himself if Jenny’s plan was a success.

It was true. “Red or white?” Richard asked, as he admired her admiring the wines. “I prefer red,” she replied. “Well, we have a nice merlot, as well as a robust malbec. But if you want something very delicate and delicious, I suggest our pinot noir.” Amelia didn’t notice him leading her deeper into the cellar. Nor did she notice the way he licked his lips when he said ‘delicious’. Her mind was elsewhere.

Alpha Kyle licked his lips and uncorked the bottle. The ruby red-colored liquid, glinting in the candlelight, was poured into two large wine glasses. Alpha Kyle handed one to me and said, "Trust me, Miss Lewyn, you have to try this. You can't go wrong with Chateau Margaux. It's strong, consistent, and reliable. Miss Lewyn, do you enjoy something strong, consistent, and reliable?" I held the wine glass in my hand and frowned.

He gave me a sly look, raising one of his eyebrows, and I smiled. I don't know if it was because I came to visit him or because he was in his house, but his demeanour was more welcoming, and he was smiling a lot. "Alright, a red wine should do, preferably a Charmes-Chambertin wine." "Great choice; I love that wine too, and I just happen to have it." He brought out a bottle and poured it into two glasses, and he handed me a glass of the wine. I received it, twirling the glass in my hands before bringing it close to my nose to inhale it. I closed my eyes as the scent of black fruit and cherries filled my nose. I shook the glass again and drank the liquid.