Sin Jolie Vines Romane & Geschichten

“Is there a place I can leave my horse?” “I can have it taken care of, sir. Please, come inside for a wine tasting. I have a new merlot that I’m certain you will love.” A young man took Juliette toward a nearby stable—horses weren’t uncommon methods of transport in these parts—and I followed the vineyard owner into the restaurant. It wasn’t yet open, so there was only staff readying for dinner later that day. The vineyard owner, who told me his name was Francois, brought five different wines to try. I was sipping the third one, a delicate white wine that was especially floral in its scent, when I heard a commotion outside.

“No, tesoro. Cows need too much space.” “What about a small cow?” Alessandro and I exchanged amused glances. “There are no small cows,” I explained. “But maybe we could get a dog someday.” “A big dog?” “We’ll see.” The vineyard was exactly as beautiful as I’d imagined. Endless rows of grapevines stretching toward distant hills. A stone villa that looked centuries old. Gardens full of roses and lavender. And everywhere, white chairs were arranged for the ceremony. “Victoria!” Sophie appeared, radiant in her wedding dress.

which is cool in the middle of thriving vineyards. A woman steps between the cabernet sauvignon on the left and right. Cabernet sauvignon is one of the most famous types of grapes and is widely used as the main raw material for making quality wine. The fruit grows abundantly, clustered and hanging ready to be picked. Tera enjoyed the view and the very cool morning air with a big smile on her lips. A smile which then received a reply from several plantation employees who were cleaning the grass which was getting taller.

On their way to the airport, Liam was on the phone arranging for a luxury gift. Jasmine didn't stop him, just in case it could be useful. "There's a bottle of wine that Jeanine's vineyard put up for collection last year; it's very valuable and reasonably priced," Liam mentioned to Ethan. Ethan remained silent, his gaze fixed on Jasmine. "How... how much?" Jasmine cautiously inquired. "Over a million," Liam said with a smile.

Their future was a blank canvas, and they would paint it together. The sun was warm on their backs, dappling light through the lush green leaves of the grapevines that stretched in neat rows across the gentle slope of the hill. The air was sweet with the scent of ripe fruit and earth. It was Chloe’s family vineyard, and she had suggested a double date, a notion that would have been unthinkable just months before.

She glanced at the whole plantation that only played with the colors green, violet, brown, and blue. “My father.” The green color comes from trees and plants, violets are the fruit of vines, the color of the sky seems to know how to keep up with the beauty of the landscape, and the color brown in turn is fertile and good soils. Crystal couldn't take her eyes around because of so much amusement. “Woah... This vineyard is extraordinarily wide. Is this place part of Spencer’s property too?” she asked while still staring at the crops. Liam bobbed his head a bit. “This winery is also owned by our family. This is where the supply of high-class wines is from, that distributes around the globe. My d

“That’s where we’re going.” Julissa followed his finger. It was a castle-like gray-and-white building built into the side of a mountain. At the foot of the slope, a vast vineyard stretched across the flat land. Clusters of lush green grapevines filled the space, and a few straw-hatted workers could be seen tending to them. Behind the hillside, a series of misty mountains loomed in the distance, with massive white clouds drifting lazily above the peaks. Julissa couldn't help but admire the view. No wonder Mr. Nichols had handed the company over to his son—living here and running a vineyard was far more enjoyable than managing a corporation. He really knew how to live.

Abigail marveled at the thoroughbreds, her eyes wide with fascination as Vincent shared anecdotes of his adventures on horseback. Their journey continued towards the chateau's majestic vineyard, a sprawling sea of lush green vines. Vincent spoke fondly of the yearly harvest, the wine-making process, and the joy of tasting the first pour of a new batch. He plucked a ripe grape from a nearby vine, encouraging Abigail to taste the sweet fruit. The laughter and shared experiences, the stories that flowed freely, they all deepened their connection, knitting their disparate lives into a shared experience.

Jasmine's fingers tightened as she watched Ava walk away. Now, what was she supposed to do? She couldn't run, she should. Instead, she did the only thing she could do. She turned to the nearest server and grabbed another glass of wine. Then another. Jasmine and alcohol were the biggest enemies but she didn't care that it burned or the way people glanced at her. If anyone had a problem, they could take it up with someone else. She was pissed and confused all at the same time.

Daria, however, remained loyal to the first bottle we’d tried. “I’ll go to the back and bring more for your selection." Jeanne said, carefully lifting the crate off the counter. “Excusez-moi, mesdames.” “I have to admit.” Daria sighed, “The selection might be hard. They all taste brilliant. Which one’s your favorite so far?” “The one that tasted like grape,” I said, trying to recall the name. “I don’t remember what Jeanne called it—”