Unscramble Whiskey นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Okay, first lesson on how to drink whiskey like a connoisseur." He gently took the glass from my hand, his fingertip brushing mine. "Step one, swirl it." Jack demonstrated, rotating the glass to release the aromas. "Step two, sniff." He brought the glass to his nose, closing his eyes to appreciate the scent. "Step three, sip." he took a small sip, savoring the flavor. "Step four, savor," he let the whiskey linger in his mouth, and then he swallowed. I watched his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Shit, if I wasn't attracted to him before, I certainly was now.

Alex reached for the center table; there was a bottle of whiskey there and a glass for drinking. He stared at the whiskey glass for a couple of seconds, contemplating whether to drink directly from the bottle or with the glass. He sucked the air through his teeth and also reached for the glass. He poured a little of the bottle's contents into the glass and returned the bottle to the table. He relaxed back on the couch and stared at the glass of whiskey absentmindedly. He had his own issues that he was struggling with after all; even though it had been so long, it was something that still kept him down.

Leo slid his eyes my way, I peered back to see if he wants me not to touch the glass again but his eyes say nothing, as usual. I reached for the already opened bottle to help myself with it. I was waiting for Leo to stop me but he didn't so I knew I was allowed to drink. I don't empty the entire glass in my mouth this time, I put the edge of the glass to my lips and sipped from it. It's now, I can taste the whiskey properly. It's unlike the kind of whiskey I've had before, it's a little harsher so I looked at the name on the bottle. It was one hell of an expensive brand.

He poured some more of the amber liquid into the glass, keeping his dark eyes on my face. I held the glass gingerly, and took a couple sips. While my Dad let me drink wine, he had never introduced me to any kind of liquor. I looked down at the bottle and read the fancy label. "Whiskey. Do you like this brand?" I tilted my head and asked Viktor.

I, on the other hand, am trying my best to let my skirt to get in my way. "Wanna grab a drink?" He asks after a couple songs play. I nod in response and walk with him to the bar. He orders two shots, I have no clue what they are, and two Morettis. I have no clue what that is but I'm guessing beer. The bartender grabs two shot glasses and fills them up with a caramel brown colored liquid before handing us two beer bottles. "It's whiskey," Nicola tells me as he hands me a shot glass. We both take it, letting the liquid leave a burning sensation in our throats as it goes down.

The room exuded an air of authority and refinement, reflecting my uncle's stature as the Alpha of our pack. With a knowing smile, Alpha Darwin reached for a crystal decanter and poured amber liquid into two delicate glasses. The distinct aroma of aged whiskey filled the air, adding a sense of sophistication to the room. He handed me a glass, and as I brought it to my lips, the rich, smoky flavor danced on my tongue, leaving a pleasant warmth in its wake. "Ah, Lucian, I see your taste for the finer things in life hasn't waned," my uncle remarked, a twinkle in his eyes. "A good whiskey can soothe the soul and open the mind to possibilities."

Marcus didn't need to turn around to imagine her current expression! He took another sip of whiskey. Whiskey was a strong drink that was meant to be savored slowly. Drinking it so quickly made him uncomfortable, but his mind was too confused and he didn't know what to do. If only he could get drunk, then he wouldn't have to worry about anything!

Collections of wine, all categories from foreign brandy and whisky to champagnes and red wines. Wayne grabbed a bottle of Johnnie Walker's Black Label and poured himself a hearty glass. He put in a few cubes of ice from the fridge and took a long swig at it. The whisky rushed down his throat, dousing every ounce of desire left. Nothing like a good glass of alcohol to relax you and summon sleep. He heard Rojan descend the steps and come to join him at the bar, he climbed atop one of the bar stools. Wayne gingerly poured another glass for him.

She looked on the try to see a bottle of SCOTCH WHISKY. “That is alcohol, right?” Loverina asked, pointing at the bottle. “Yes, Miss.” Loverina grabbed the bottle off the tray. “Thanks.”

I knew that there would always be more work to be done, but for the moment, I had accomplished what needed to be done. I stood up from my chair and walked to the bar section in my office. I grabbed a glass cup and began to survey the rows of drinks before me. I noticed a line of whiskey bottles, each with a different label, age, and taste. I made my way through each of them, reading the label and sniffing the contents before deciding on which to pour. I picked up one of the bottles and carefully poured a generous amount into the glass. The amber liquid filled the glass, and I watched as the drops of whiskey hit the surface of the liquid, sending ripples throughout.