Sherry Blendy Novels & Stories

"I was going to free Merri regardless of this notice." "I'm glad." Austin muttered, closing the door behind him. He could not wait to share the news with Merrigold, his flower. One that Blooms naturally in golden, orange, yellow, and white colors, often with maroon highlights. Beautiful Floral heads generally with both ray florets and disc florets. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman, he could only think whoever named her knew what they were doing. They had seen her beauty and quickly compared it to the most beautiful flower there is. Her inner beauty was more mesmerizing than anything else.

"M-My blood pressure just did a weird thing... it completely tanked. Matteo, can you find me a lemonade, like, urgently?" Matteo’s eyes snapped to me, blazing with fury. "Why the fuck did you come out here alone in the first place?!" he roared in frustration. But within the exact same second, he whipped around to the massive wall of guards trailing behind him and screamed at the top of his lungs, nearly tearing his vocal cords: "LEMONADE!" I chimed in instantly: "Strawberry lemonade!" Matteo looked like he was about to lose his absolute mind, his features stone-cold. "Strawberry lemonade, right fucking now!" he added, barking fiercely at his men.

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.

"Of course." "It's fine guys, I'll just go with my wine," Alice said and waved her hand dismissively. "Not so fast, missy, I've not finished," Tyler said. "Alice, would you also accompany me?" "Threesome?" Josh said with a smirk. "You wish," Jasper scoffed. "Can my wine come as well?" Alice asked. "The more the merrier!" Tyler exclaimed. "It's a date!" Alice grinned. "How are you getting the wine?" Brooklyn asked. "We're only 17."

She nodded, her eyes wide behind the huge round frames of her glasses. I considered that. It couldn’t hurt. “Stay here.” I went to the warehouse where we kept a shelf for the occasional tasting and selected one of the nice red blends there, carrying it back to the office with two glasses. Pauline had sat on the low couch at the far side of the office, and was counting small squares of fabric and arranging them around her feet. “It’s a Rhône blend,” I said, lifting the bottle and the glasses toward her. “Got any 7-up?” She asked.

"I think they haven't been shown the right thing to care about. The product is extraordinary. The framing has been wrong for forty years." "The framing," he says. "What is the wrong framing?" "Sherry as an aperitif, as old-fashioned, as something your grandmother drank," she says. "The right framing: sherry as the only wine in the world that is literally blended across centuries. You are drinking 1887. You are drinking 1923, 1956, and last year. There is no other wine on earth that can make that statement." Álvaro is quiet for a long moment in the barrel room that smells of a hundred and thirty-seven years. Then: "When can you start?"

Ariv said, and everyone snapped their heads at him because of the knowledge he shared with his elder brothers. Ariv scratched his head awkwardly, and his twins (Rin, Aru, and Honey) shook their heads. Shaurya arched his eyebrows at his baby brother, the complete bad boy of his family. "This is Smirnoff—in orange and green apple flavors," Shaurya explained, and Ansh looked at the glasses, which were full of pink, mint, and white colors. "And the special one is here: red wine. The oldest wine tastes better," Chase passed him the bottle of red wine, and Ansh sighed as he looked at his brothers.

Hearing him arrogantly boast about his incorrect knowledge about wines makes me want to laugh hysterically. He’s so pathetic. I smiled wryly at him. “Actually, Lester,” I corrected gently, “it’s a blend of Grenache, Syrah, and Mourvèdre. The Grenache provides the fruitiness, the Syrah the spice, and the Mourvèdre the structure.” I tried my best to hide the disdain in my eyes but it seemed like even if I corrected him in the most gentle way possible, it wouldn't hide the fact that he embarrassed himself in front of his ex-wife.

Renda said. “Buoyant?” I asked, curious about what she was talking about. “It’s… a blend by Blooming Vibes.” I frowned, glancing in the rearview mirror. I’d never heard of it, “Not a popular blend, huh?” “It’s a pharmaceutical-use only blend.” I nodded. I wasn’t surprised. Getting your blends to be pharmaceutical-use only meant you could raise the price and probably weren’t making as much of it as other blends. “What’s the recreational version?”

The bartender was a middle-aged man with a professional appearance and a friendly attitude. "Good afternoon, sir. What can I get for you today?" the bartender asked with a welcoming smile. "I would like a bottle of your Italian wine mixture, please," Liam said, looking at the selection of expensive drinks behind the bar. "Something with a good blend of flavors." "Certainly, sir. I have an excellent Italian red wine blend that just arrived this week," the bartender replied, reaching for a bottle on the top shelf. "It's a mixture of three different grape varieties from the Tuscany region."