Wine And Books Porto Novels & Stories

At the waiter's suggestion, they had a Brazilian wine with dinner, a Pizzato, Legno Chardonnay, Serra Gaúcha, Vale dos Vinhedos, creamy and delicious with a lot of oak flavors, perfectly complementing the dinners. True to her word, Krista took it easy on Zach for the next couple of days, contenting herself with a 69 after lunch and only fucking him twice during the night. As a result, Zach's workouts improved and he actually finished the morning run next to last, only Rosa finishing behind him, much to her chagrin and everyone else's laughter.

Champagne wanted to know what he had planned in his mind and why he wanted to help her. "Yes princess " Heat curled down her spine, and she bit on her bottom lip. Champagne had hunch, she felt like hell would go lose any minute now. "As long as you sell yourself to me " He added. Her eyes widened for a minute, and she shook her head with disappointment. She was right all along, Rage poisoned her veins and every muscle in her body tensed. He had just proved that he saw her as a prostitute, Champagne wondered if he was just naturally stupid.

“Greek Cartel, and before you judge me as everyone else has, you should know that before Christian, the last man who touched me was Dante ten years ago.” She shakes her head and returns my smile. “I wasn’t going to question it; that look in your eyes at the mention of him is all it took for me to believe you.” She says with a giggle and walks towards the wine cabinet, removing a bottle and two glasses before walking back to where I sat. “La Mission Haut Brion, what a perfect Bordeaux,” I gush when I see the dark bottle. She raises an eyebrow. “You know your wines,” she says.

If she never ran away from him today, there was a high possibility that she would've never been able to locate this part of the mansion. She walked down the spiral staircase and entered the wine cellar. The cellar was dimly lit and there was a big shelf on the wall that spread across the whole room filled with the most world-famous, expensive and, limited edition wines and beverages. There was a different cabinet for beverages. The shelf contained a lot of wines including a Screaming Eagle Sauvignon Blanc and 2004 Penfolds Block 42 Kalimna Cabernet Sauvignon. There were only two bottles of Penfolds ever sold, one was with her brother and the other one was with him.

I said politely, still gazing at the painting on the wall Then I realize that I am talking to myself, lost in the stairs not knowing the direction he took, I lost track of the room he entered "Sigh" I open the first room I see then I peep through; it is filled with wines- Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot, Shiraz, Pinot Noir, Malbec, Zinfandel, Grenache Sangiovese and so on, my body was already to look more at the labels My mind begins to blow up as I touch the labels of each wine, I take up a red wine- Malbec from the bar with a glass cup. It tastes so bitter and sweet at the same time

LILITH POV Giovanni. That was the only thing I could think of in spite the quiet conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the heady scent of wine filling the room. We attended the wine tasting at Castello Di Vino, a private vineyard estate located just outside of Milan amid the undulating hills.

“Bordeaux is a beautiful area,” Giovanni told Fontanna as he steered the car through the streets. “It’s really come alive in recent years, after they built the public transit system. The property sits just outside of town, on the opposite end of the vineyards, but still close enough for you to visit the main hub of activity.”

Yolanda led Summer and Susanne to a quiet corner of the hall. She explained softly, "I went around the hall earlier. I found that most of the wines in the competition were from Hennessy, Château Lafite Rothschild, Rémy Martin, Château Latour, and Château Haut-Brion. You can narrow it down to these five winehouses in the competition." Through Yolanda's keen observation, she realized that only wines from five specific winehouses were served at the party, with no other varieties present.

Ezekiel turned to Aurelia, his eyes softening in gratitude. They stood before a stunning collection of exotic wines from the nineteenth century, meticulously displayed on polished mahogany shelves. The dimly lit room highlighted the wines' rich hues, casting a warm glow on the delicate glass bottles. Aurelia's gaze wandered over the impressive selection, recognizing some of the rarest vintages. Ezekiel gestured to the collection. "Some of the finest wines in the world. I thought you might appreciate them." Aurelia's eyes widened as she reached out to touch an 1869 Château Lafite. "This is incredible. Thank you for inviting me.”

My brain struggles to process what I’m seeing. What the fuck. Inside my locker sits a bottle of red wine. My favorite. I hardly drink, but when I do, it’s always red. Not the cheap kind either—the deep, rich kind that tastes like dark berries and warm earth. This particular bottle is from a tiny winery in southern France. Zara and I discovered it two summers ago during a wine tour through the countryside. The vineyard had been hidden between rolling green hills, the air thick with sunlight and the smell of grapes. The owner poured us glasses while telling stories about his grandfather, and by the end of the tour we had bought ten bottles to bring home.