Wine And Books Porto Novels & Stories

"The Paris expansion is moving. We signed a significant partnership this week." "I don't want to hear about partnerships." A pause, then, more strategically. "Unless there is something interesting about this partnership." I smiled at the ceiling. My mother had a specific radar for interesting that had nothing to do with business and everything to do with her ongoing personal project of seeing me settled, as she put it, with someone worthy of the effort. "It's a vineyard collaboration," I said. "With the Santoro estate." "Vittorio Santoro's holdings."

He asked my brother " Basketball, programming, boxing, gaming and many other things." " That's so good. Do you like playing some old games?" " Yeah." " Let's play one day." " Okay, how old are you?" " I'm 19." " And Vincent?" " 24, Do you speak Spanish?" " ¡Por supuesto!" ( of course) " ¡Interesante!" ( interesting) " Ohh Marco, you have Château d'Yquem? It costs £75,000, can we try it?" Vincent came amazed by that kind of white wine

"Be smart. Don’t just stand there like a log!" Adriana held the bottle with both hands, wishing she could just slap Calvin on the head. "Boss?" Calvin flicked his cigarette ash lazily. "Pour it." Adriana swallowed her frustration. "Okay, boss!" The wine flowed slowly into the goblet. The deep red liquid gave off a mellow, rich fragrance. Her slender fingers gripped the stem of the glass as she lifted it to Calvin’s lips. "Boss, this is Romanée-Conti, a collection piece from a Burgundy winery. You’re rewarding me with a sip, right?"

he added, his smirk widening. I scoffed, trying to keep my composure. “I hope you enjoyed my ‘story’ then.” “I don’t think that’s the real story, though,” he said, leaning casually against the bar. “Tell me the real one.” Before I could respond, he pulled out two glasses and an expensive-looking bottle of wine. The label read Château Margaux 2009. He poured the rich red liquid into both glasses before sliding one toward me. Hesitant, I walked over and took the glass, sitting on the stool beside him. I took the glass from him and gulped down the content before pouring myself another.

"Aha! That is if we will study, so ahhm how many bottles of wine do we have here... Let me see... Yes! We have 4 bottles! Bingo! Sherry, Port, Madeira and Red Zinfandels and one bottle of whisky, bra we don't need 5, all this is strong it's like 20%! Nah we don't need more. It saves our time, let me go take a quick shower and do you mind making me breakfast, huge and hot breakfast "?

Helen POV Three waiters came out to the table with the bottles of wine -four of them in total, one I knew was meant for me while three were there for Justin- alongside the wine glasses which were stacked into an intricate pyramid. They made sure the glasses touched just so on their edges before pouring the bottles of wine one flight at a time. The bottom layer was a deep red cabernet sauvignon, while a rich merlot was poured into the glasses atop it, and the third flight at the peak was made up of a beautiful Malbec imported from Argentina.

They waited for her to continue. “There is a bottle of wine that I want for my wedding—Mona Estate Vineyard, Gabernet Sauvignon, 2016.” Rivena said, “I tried calling that vineyard, but the owner is not responding. Can you go down there and see what happened? And if anyone of you can bring back a bottle for me, that would be nice.” “Absolutely,” Damien nodded. “Anything for you, Luna Rivena,” Westin smiled. The two men glanced at each other. Both were determined to win.

He grinned and took my hand. We reached the hotel's bar and restaurant on the private beach and ordered some drinks and snacks. We had been eating at the same spot since we arrived and the bartender already prepares for me a nice tall cherry and strawberry juice, and to Caleb there was a special cup of a wine he brought with us; a Domaine De La Romanee-Conti, Grand Cru, from 1983. It took me a full day to recover myself from the shock of knowing how expensive this wine was, to know it came from Aeneas as a gift made it less shocking.

I gasped at the sight, this looks like a bar place. "Uhm! Low alcoholic content, right?" Veera asked snapping me out of my thoughts. "Yeah!" I said following her to where some wine was stored. "Pinard et Filles ‘Queer... Uhm! NV Broadbent Vinho Verde..." She said trailing her fingers on the bottle of wine as she said the names out. "Haha! Here! Braida Brachetto d'Acqui," She chuckled bringing out the bottle of wine and taking a glass cup on the table as she handed it to me.

The exhilaration of soaring above the earth, hand in hand, was an experience I'll never forget. One evening, Leo arranged for a private wine tasting at a nearby vineyard. The vintner guided us through a selection of exquisite wines, each paired with delectable hors d'oeuvres. The ambiance was intimate, the candlelit cellar echoing with our laughter and clinking glasses.