Specific Wine Quality Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

he praised. I squinted my eyes as I watched Aiden slowly pour me wine and there was nothing suspicious on his face. Leaning back on the couch, I crossed my legs and clasped my hands in my lap, my posture creating dominance in this conversation. “Romanee Conti, a wine from Bugrundy in France, give it a try.” He pushed a glass of wine towards me. When he saw me pick it up and drink it without hesitation, he was so surprised that he burst into laughter, "Oh? Not afraid I might have spiked it?""

Mateo motioned the server over to me so that I could try the wine first. He approached me, uncorking the bottle, and gently pouring it into my wine glass. "Chateau Lafite Rothschild from Pauillac, France. Dated 1844." He put an extra uumpf into pronouncing the French words with more emphasis. I nodded my head in appreciation, although I had no idea what all those words and numbers meant.

Christian grabbed a bottle and held up the label for me that read "Kensington." "From what's going to be our best friend tonight," he said, pouring two glasses to the brim. "I think you need this to start with." "Smart, picking a name that's already a well-known brand. But do you actually know anything about wine?" "I know that wine is like people," he replied with a mischievous smile, leaning in so close I could feel the heat radiating from his body. "The best ones have to be savored slowly… first you take in the aroma…" His eyes flicked down briefly to my lips. "Then you taste just a little, letting the flavor spread…" His voice dropped to a whisper. "…and only then do you savor every sip,

She was a beautiful woman. The waiter walked at that moment with a bucket with wine bottles in it. “About time” Arnold muttered. The waiter bowed. He stood erect with his hand at his back “We have only the choicest wines, we have the 2016 Malbec, 2006 Syrah and the 2016 Chardonnay. What would you like?” They all began to make their picks. Ashley leaned towards him. "What do...”

Sarah carefully lifted her glass and took a small sip, praising, "Truly worthy of being Second Flight. This is a hundred times better than any wine I've had today or yesterday." The elderly gentleman said proudly, "Of course it is. The wines they've put out aren't poor quality, just slightly above average. The real treasures are held back. Those bigwigs already decided not to bring out their top-tier wines. But I dare say this bottle would silence them all if they did." On the other side, Vivian glared viciously at Sarah. People around her joined in the mockery. "God, how disgusting, she's talking to such an old man."

Satiago noticed but said nothing. “She’s boring and doesn’t like fine wine Dad, the guys can do better.” Gwen said as she sipped from her glass with her eyes pierced on Maya. “Oh i do love, it will just be out of line to drink before my host does.” She replied and glanced into her cup. “Besides this is a moscato from France and from the looks of it-” she tipped the glass to her nose to take a slight whiff of it. “Is the limited 1982 version.”

I did not have time to argue about property rights with people consumed by late-stage parasocial obsession. I pulled up an official document on my phone and held it out. "Look at this. My name is on the deed. Belgard is mine," I said evenly. "Now move aside. I need to get my wine." The ringleader snatched my phone and scanned the screen. She looked me over with open suspicion. "How are we supposed to know this is real? None of us works in property. None of us owns a wine estate. This could be fake. It could be AI."

Tiffany says robotically as she shoves a bottle of wine my direction. "That's what he said," Geni mumbles behind me. I ignore her and smile at Tiffany, hoping she didn't hear. Judging by the look on her face and the way Rowen squeezes her shoulder, I think we all heard her. "I'm glad you could be here." I take the wine and look at the label. "Petrolo Galatrona 2013 straight from Tuscany. Wow. This is a great year." "You know wine?" she asks, brows crinkling. "With the way you suck down those yard-long margaritas, I thought all you liked were cheap drinks."

Willow’s POV “What do you mean, ‘your wine’?” I asked Logan. That couldn’t be. This wine was very high-quality. It wasn’t the type of wine Logan usually carried. Logan’s wine had always lacked depth. I learned that when I started drinking Luigi’s wine. There was a distinct difference between a high-quality wine like Luigi’s, and a generic wine like Logan’s. This wine tasted like something Luigi would carry. So I was shocked to hear the wine was Logan’s.

Not sure where he was driving at, I listened. “I think you and Morgan should try it out sometime—even if it’s not tonight.” “You know? I think what makes Sassicaia wine special is its distinct taste. Being made from Cabernet Sauvignon and Cabernet franc grapes that are carefully handpicked doesn’t give it a choice to not be a sweet wine, does it?” A line crossed his face like he was kind of impressed but also shocked that the stupid wine he’s holding has been tasted by ‘peasants’ “Wine enthusiast?” he asked again and although I felt the strong urge to give a damn nod, I also feared he may ask more questions that I’m not ready for.