Wine Scent Crossword Clue の小説・ストーリー

The waiter said pointing at the said man who stood beside him. "I see you know your vintage sir, Zeña is a premium wine from Chile." The sommelier began " The smell of blackcurrants and blackberries mixes nicely with the smell of vanilla from the oak barrel and you'll feel the grain tannins with the elegance of a full bodied wine. " The sommelier explained and i nodded acknowledging his grand explanation. I tipped them nicely and they both scurried off again. "That was hot!" Eve said making me blush. "It sounded like something I've heard before." She mumbled.

Every bottle is a work of art. After saying this, Cassie looked at the wine taster in front of her and said with a smile, 'As a wine taster, you know this information, don't you?' The wine taster went red as a beetroot, and stammered, 'Of... of course I know.' Cassie did not want to end here. She asked again, 'Then why did you say that this glass of wine is not Billionaire Vodka?' The wine taster was stunned and hesitated again, 'Because, because... when Mr. Wilson brought me the wine, he said it was tequila...'

"It's just a red wine right? Are you saying there is a legend?" "Yeah!" Violet nodded. She then took a glass from the shelf, squatted down and poured a glass of red wine from the wine barrel. She shook it in her hand and said, "The meaning of 'la gloire' is 'made for love'..." That caught Justin's attention. He then asked, "Really? That's a nice hidden meaning." "Yeah..." Holding a glass of wine, she was waiting for him to come over. The she handed it to him. "Taste it... This is the red wine you want to bid for."

A chameleon in a tailored suit. I kept moving, grabbing a bottle of red wine—something not too bold, something that paired well but didn’t overpower. A Chianti Classico, with its earthy notes and bright acidity. Then fresh herbs, their intoxicating fragrances mingling in the air. Rosemary, piney and robust. Thyme, delicate and earthy. Sage, subtle and musky. A symphony of aromas, waiting to be conducted.

She could smell the alcohol on him. Colin didn't actually drink much today, but upon hearing her words, he raised an eyebrow, "Can you tell the type of wine?" Having worked in a hotel, she had also taken courses on wine tasting. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Romanée-Conti." Colin chuckled lightly, suddenly leaned in to kiss her, his lips and tongue almost fiercely exploring hers. In her dazed state, he abruptly pulled away, "What about the vintage?" She looked confused. Colin approached again, their foreheads touching, "Say it wrong once, and I'll kiss you again."

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

Karen asked, “Ladies...” Ember, with a huge smile on her face, questioned Karen, “Sire, what kind of wine do you like...? If you don’t have a preference, I’ll assist you in making a decision. We have four different sorts of wine. The Eternal Bliss provides you divine ecstasy, the Black Pirate is for the strongest one who relishes failure, the Blue Vapour gives you delusions of pleasure, and Red Wine tastes better for singles...” Karen inquired of them, “I’m not coming to you for wine. I was curious about the person you referred to as AXE...”

Slipping out of Isabella's hand, the bottle flew in the air. "Ah......!" Before she may want to capture it, the bottle struck the ground with a crisp sound and shattered. The darkish violet liquid splashed throughout the floorboards, freeing a wealthy aroma. Someone with bad alcohol tolerance could possibly get tipsy from the mere smell. That becomes how focused and high-quality the wine's fragrance is. A gourmand of pink wine could have the ability to inform this become simply a valuable antique absolutely from the smell. Raven stood rooted to the spot in shock, observing the wine's demise.

His tone is calm, with no heat in it. I shake my head slowly, “Nothing,” A light smile returns on my face, “Do you like my choice?” His gaze remained on me, as if trying to read my sadness but he didn't push it. He picked up the wine bottle and started to uncork it. “It’s one of my newest collections. Made with black cherry, dark plum and dark sage leap out of grass. The alcohol is integrated and warm, so I heard. I haven’t had the time to taste it.”

The waiter poured their drinks—champagne tea for Anna, and white wine for the others. Seraphina swirled her glass, taking in the fragrance. The liquid gleamed a pure golden hue, with floral and peach aromas—and perhaps a hint of apricot. She took a small sip. The fruity notes bloomed on her palate—fresh and honeyed, sweet but not cloying. She couldn’t help but compliment, “Mr. Gregory, this wine is amazing.” Kendrick chuckled. “Actually, there’s a dry white that’s even better. But I figured you ladies would prefer something sweet, so I picked this.”