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“Nothing that will weigh you down tonight.” “We’re offering a rare wine tonight,” the waiter cut in as he returned. “Château Margaux, 2010 vintage. Bordeaux. Limited production. It aged in French oak barrels, and carries notes of blackcurrant, tobacco, and leather with a touch of spice on the finish.” He poured small into Dante’s glass and he sipped, giving a single approving nod. The waiter turned to me and poured another. I lifted the glass, my hand trembling slightly, and took a sip. The taste was smooth and not too sweet, but all I could think about was the toy inside me.

The young man, dressed in a tailored black suit, moved with practiced elegance, adding to the room's sophisticated ambiance. As he carefully poured a deep ruby red wine, the rich aroma of berries and oak filled the air. "This is a 2005 Château Margaux," the sommelier explained softly. "It's a beautiful Bordeaux blend, known for its complexity and finesse." While the wine breathed, Mrs. Walker engaged in small talk, asking about my hometown. "I grew up in Johnsonville," I told her. "Ah, Johnsonville is known for its wonderful people. You're not only beautiful but also quite talented. Luke has found himself a real gem."

He is massaging my feet, it feels like heaven. In one hand I have a nice full bodied red wine from one of the Bodega VIP brands. I swirl it around and inhale the heady aroma. A mix of almonds, blossom and blackberry. “This is one of the finest, right?” I say as Dante forms small circles on my foot. “It is one of the best but you know it is not one of the most exclusive. In Capri, they are working on a new blend.” I raise my eyebrows. “I didn’t know that nobody had informed me. I should take Xander there.” Instantly the small circles stop and Dante looks at me with a cocked eyebrow.

On Thursday, she takes her first new client meeting since November. The client is from the waiting list — a family vineyard in the Douro Valley (the steep terraced valley of the Douro River in northern Portugal, one of the oldest demarcated wine regions in the world, established in 1756 — the Douro produces port wine and, increasingly, exceptional dry table wines; its terraced schist hillsides are among the most dramatic wine landscapes in Europe, a UNESCO World Heritage Site) that has been producing wine since 1891 and that has, in the last five years, been approached four times by large wine groups who want to acquire it. They have declined four times. They are on the waiting list because

The btch even thanked me. “Lmao.” I murmured and was about to get out from the kitchen when I notice my favourite wine laying inside the wine cellar. There are different of wines being stored inside the glass cellar and those are obviously unopened, making me stand in front of it befoe checking behind me if Msiter Dawson is behind. When I checked and he isn’t around, I open it slowly, not gonna making a noise before I pick the wine I have in my eyes. “When was the last time I drink Port Wine?” I talked to myself while holding the blackand gold labelled liquor bottle. “I suddenly miss Europe.” I added, remembering the first time where I took a sip of this wine while my family and I are in a t

Since I’d achieved what I came for, I decided to make my exit. I turned to Leo and said, “See you tomorrow.” Before I left, I handed him a glass of red wine from the table. “A Bordeaux from Château Mouton Rothschild. This vineyard’s wines have quite the reputation, but they can be hit or miss. Sometimes they’re exceptional, and other times, a bit average. Personally, I’m not a fan of the coffee notes in the flavor, but pair it with pineapple, and you might find a pleasant surprise.”

“What did you say?” Marco was immediately incensed when he heard what Dustin said. Everyone looked at Dustin in shock. How could Dustin say that there was something wrong with the wine that cost 800 thousand dollars? That truly stunned a lot of people. “Are you saying that this wine is fake?” Marco’s gaze was forbidding, and his posture was interrogative. “It’s not fake wine or anything,” Dustin said. “If I’m not mistaken, this wine should be from a vineyard called Bijoux Vineyard in South Lovellia. Its retail price is 1,088 dollars per bottle. It’s quite a renowned wine in Lovellia.”

He gave a suave smile, like a man who knew just how much effort he had put in and who did not need to be told that he was doing an amazing job at winning a belle over. “You sure do more than try.” I twirled my glass under my nostrils and took in its rich smell. “Smells like honey,” I guessed. His eyes lit up with pride immediately. “A woman who knows her wine—lovely. It's Vin Santos.” My brows creased as I tried to recall if I had ever come across it before. “It's Italian. Made from dried grapes.” He raised his glass, and I did the same, clinking our glasses to a beautiful night. “You look beautiful, Iris.” He told me, running his eyes around my upper body.

Realizing that she didn’t want to offend his feeling, Adeline accepted his gesture. “We have a lifetime to catch up, my love.” He kissed her forehead. Adeline closed her eyes and inhaled his scent. He smelt like a mix of cinnamon and wine, considering he was a big fan of wine. She saw him drinking wine plenty of times. Stefano gave her a grand tour around the castle, spoke highly of each portrait, pottery, and antique they came across their tour. He showed some of his ancestors’ research books for different creatures; humans, vampires, werewolves, and animals. And of course, his favorite tour was the wine cellar underneath the castle to show various supplies of his wine collections. Like how

He was yet to complete his words when I cut him off. “Uncuff him and you all come inside, let's have some fun. There's lots of food and drinks. I began to walk in through the front glass door. The boys watched me for a while skeptically before leading themselves in along with the one who stole. “C'mon boys, I told you to uncuff him. He deserves to have some fun too”. I told them and rushed to the wine ware. “ I've got a good collection of wine. I ran a quick finger through the names and found a long line of wine from Krug Clos du Mesnil, Domaine de la Romanée-Conti, Penfolds Grange,The Glenfiddich, Hennessy Richard, The Macallan M Black to a host of others could get one confused. I finally s