Wine And Books Porto Novels & Stories

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.

"Mr. Cruz please take a taste. I want this ignorant thugs to know that they messed up with the wrong person today." Joey Cruz nodded and smiled as he swirled the wine around for a few moments. after that he closed his eyes and put the grass under his nose to get a whiff of its scent. A satisfied expressions appeared on his face immediately. He took a light see from the glass and immediately looked in chanted by its taste. He opened his eyes after. "It's the unmistakable face of Château Margaux 1787." He exclaimed excitedly the moment Joey Cruz said that, Angela's expressions turned into one horror.

“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.