روايات وقصص ضمن Wine And Books Porto

Sophia politely denied the drink. “Oh come on, this doesn’t have much alcohol content in it. Even adolescents can have it. It's from my special reserve, citrus and mineral. This vineyard is the only remaining source of local grapes in Los Santos. And this facility is where our precious garagistes produce their wine.” He brought his glass to hers for a toast. “Ancient Romans used to toast their enemies like this before going to a war.” Sophia said, picking up her glass.

She stepped inside without hesitation, closing the door behind her with a soft click. “Just air,” she said, walking toward the shelves. “And silence.” “You picked the right room for it.” She ran her finger along the spine of an old volume—Machado de Assis, in Portuguese. “You speak it?” he asked. She nodded. “Lisbon leaves a mark.” Dorian rose slowly, walking to the small table where a decanter of scotch waited. He poured himself a glass, then raised the bottle slightly in offering. She hesitated a beat. Then walked forward, setting her wine aside.

Maxx's hotel was one of the most well-known five star hotels in Eastblue city, while Joey Cruz was it's chief sommelier who specialized in red wine appraising. Mr. Yan stoods up and waved his hands the moment he saw Joey Cruz approaching him. "Mr. Cruz thank you so much for coming. The person here is accusing me of bringing a fake Château Margaux 1787 wine to the table. why don't you try it and tell us if it's fake or not?" The chief sommelier Joey Cruz walk over quickly and shook his hand with Mr. Yan. "Château Margaux 1787 is one of the best wine in the world I'll take this very seriously."

“Yes, he’s a polished waiter and a real gem.” As if on cue, Charles came and set two cordial glasses down on the table, and a rather large plate in the center. “Porto Rocha 20-year, and the chef’s special,” he announced. Rai heard the sound of a lighter ignite and flame rising from the plate in the center. The heat of it carried the scent of ripe cherries laced with sweet liqueur. The flame was short-lived, leaving only mouth-watering sweetness in its lingering wake. “Enjoy,” said Charles, taking his leave.