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His chest tightened with an almost painful rhythm, his heartbeat loud in his ears as if mocking his inability to escape the image. He stopped near the sitting room, the private area where his rarest wines were stored. Reaching for the top shelf, he let his fingers brush over the bottles until he settled on the one he needed, a 1945 Chateau Mouton Rothschild, aged, expensive, potent. He grabbed it with a firm hand and poured a generous measure into a crystal glass, the deep red liquid catching the soft light. Without hesitation, he tipped it back, letting the burn of the wine slide down his throat.

Cynthia saw Isabella walking right into her trap and asked, “Since you like red wine, you must know quite a bit about it. Can you tell us about the origin and characteristics of this particular wine?” Isabella hesitated. She could tell the wine had a lingering grape fragrance and a unique bitterness, but detailing its origin was a bit challenging. Facing Cynthia’s provocation, Lucius remained calm, took the wine from Isabella’s hand, and took a small sip. He lifted his eyes and disdainfully replied, “Lafite, 1988. It’s from Italy.” Samuel, who was accompanying Cynthia, was taken aback. Lucius had actually got it right. Could he really be an expert?

Every time he called him by his surname, he felt his blood boil with anger and frustration. Brooklyn gazed at the vast and beautiful vineyards stretching for miles on either side as the car sped to some unknown destination. “These are all Pinot noir grapes. Our Willamette Valley Winery is known for its much sought-after Pinot Noir and increasingly for Chardonnay – the two main base grapes used to make Champagne. Today Ardolf Wineries here is one of the world’s leaders in Sparkling production,” he said, making Brooklyn’s eyes wide as she absorbed the information.

I know you'll be busy next year with taping. "No problem. I'll call you right away when I'm free. Thanks for letting me know about this." And the call has ended. At the same time, I arrived at the grocery store, which is right next to our house, and found my purpose here. I put two red wines in my cart; a Yellow Trail Cabernet Sauvignon Red Wine and an Encomienda de Cervera Poker D Tempranillos. Then three Jacob's Creek Chardonay, white wine, and I'm ready to go to the cashier.

So,I agreed. The next day, I drove to Ranault wine Headquarters here in Boston a.k.a the place I met Calla for the first time. I could see the look on her eyes from as we drove there. There were still some people outside protesting,so we had to take the underground parking spot and go into the building through there.

she added. "How did you know about that?" Robert curiously asks. Even he was in awe at how Skye recognized the label. "Ahm...I had it once at one of the parties I attended. I got curious so I searched it up" After clearing her throat, she casually explains. "How about mine, what wine do I have?" A woman beside their table reaches out her glass to her. She did what she did to her glass earlier, and a smile carved her face. "Cielo Cabernet Sauvignon 1910. The same varietal and cult wine. But unlike Azure, Cielo has a bigger production at 400 to 500 crates per year" Skye returns the glass to the woman.

- I understand, dating a lot of rich businesspeople. – He said, with his eyes shining. Then, Rudolf presses a green button on the side of the table, and, after a few seconds, a waiter appears with a bottle of wine. While the waiter serves the drink, I read on the label “Flor de Pingus. Ribera del Duero.” At that time, Rudolf takes the glass that the waiter served, shakes it a little, brings it to his nose and takes a small sip.

I turned around and saw Andrew, he was smiling at me and raised his glass. "Oh hey!" I exclaimed "Nova this is Andrew, the guy who saved me last night." I introduced him He smiled at my friend and shake her hand. "It's nice to meet you." He stated I took a sip at my wine, they were both talking and I was in my own world. It's already 8:56 when I remembered to check my phone. I haven't checked it since before lunch and I was really hoping that I have some missed calls or messaged from Read.

When Song Yaxin saw her coming over, she put the wine back and said with a smile, "Did you find it?" Stacy took out the bottle of wine she had just seen from the wine lattice and asked, "Have you studied red wine?" "I know a little. This red wine is a limited edition, produced in Pendo Hotel in Country F. I have won a lot of famous wines and wines competition awards. Its aroma is complex and powerful, and the taste is full and balanced, thick and long. People will want to drink it even if they drink it." Song Yaxin said with special insight.

Berrick took the red wine handed to him by the waiter and raised his glass to Jenna. Jenna clinked her glass with his, took a sip of the wine, and said casually, "How posh to treat your guests to such a fine wine!" "Hmm?" Berrick raises an eyebrow, "You know what kind of wine this is?" "How could I not?" Jenna was cutting the steak, she didn't even raise her eyes, "The "Sea of Love" from Bordeaux Chateau S. There are only 78 barrels of this wine in the world, wouldn't it be too extravagant for you to serve it at the banquet?"