"Hi Maggie, nice to meet you. ”

Emperor Wu put down his beer and walked up to greet her.

Maggie was surprised to see the cowboys on the South Australian ranch.

"Lads, come to me for a drink? As far as I know, there is never a shortage of beer on the ranch, especially Budweiser. Maggie laughs and says he's heard that the young rancher has a fridge of Budweiser.

"Actually, I'm going to give you a big gift today. Turks said.

Maggie was a little incredulous, "Send me? Why? Because your calves are out of the slaughter?"

Emperor Wu shook his head, and it took a long time to explain to her the matter of "Mr. Clevenson's list".

Maggie couldn't believe her presence on the list.

WHEN CREVINSON RAN THE RANCH, SHE WAS AT HER GRANDMOTHER'S IN THE MELBOURNE COUNTRYSIDE, IN THE SMALL TOWN OF BRIGHT, 320 KILOMETRES NORTHEAST OF MELBOURNE, FULL OF PRISTINE FARMS AND BEAUTIFUL VINEYARDS.

By the time Maggie moved to Pelican Town in Siney with her husband, Clevinson had already gone to Western Australia.

The taciturn Hans only goes to the bar on the 22nd of every month, but Maggie is impressed by the old man who sits in the corner and always wears a dark brown coat.

"God, I really didn't expect that. Maggie covered her mouth with her hands, a little emotional, she was a sensual person.

Maggie asks the bartender to open the barrel, and if the wine is all right, she asks everyone present to have a drink in honor of Mr. Hans.

Sharp-eyed cowboys say the barrel is made of American white oak. Oak wine from Europe generally has a more delicate aroma and is easy to blend with the fruity and aromatic aromas of the wine, while the aroma of American white oak is stronger.

In Australia in the last century, due to shipping problems, it was not easy to get American white oak, but European and American oak was easy to see.

Hans and his father used a rare white oak, which suggests that they deliberately wanted to make a single wine with a strong oak flavor. Emperor Wu saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, and the details determine success or failure, especially for the process of making wine, which affects the whole body.

The bartender didn't find a way to open the barrel, and Greg had some experience, he had drunk more red wine than water.

The barrel of an ordinary barrel is made up of 32 strips of oak, of which a wide strip is perforated in the middle, which is the opening of the barrel. The opening of the barrel is not at the ends of the barrel, but in the middle of the barrel where it is raised.

Greg found an opening along the bulge, stuck his knife into the barrel and pulled it out.

Just take a sip, and the rich aroma of wine fills the bar, and a sweet vanilla smell wafts through the air.

The bartender is very experienced in closing all windows and doors to allow the aroma to last a little longer.

Everyone stared at the barrel with wide eyes, as if they had found a nugget.

Greg shook his head.

"Why? can't you drink this wine?" asked Emperor Wu.

"On the contrary, I had a hunch that this would be the best wine I've ever had in my life, wow, look at the color. Greg said.

Based on the aroma alone, this is indeed a good wine, and it has not lost its flavor after 50 years, which is amazing, and it stands to reason that the technology of sealing wooden barrels in the last century could not be so tight.

Watching the first glass of wine poured into the glass, Emperor Wu had some expectations, and the reality was much better than expected. The wine in the basement of the ranch is likely to be so valuable that it can even kill any high-end winery in the world.

The bartenders carefully took the wine, the liquid gushing out of the barrel, and having been in it for fifty years, they seemed eager to show themselves to the world.

A few drops of wine spilled on the table outside the glass, and Greg immediately dipped his index finger into it and put it in his mouth to taste, an action that caused everyone to laugh.

"Wow, just one drop, it makes me feel like I've drunk all the wine in vain, and it tastes wonderful. Greg's intoxicated expression made everyone impatient.

The first cup was poured into a transparent cup, not full, only one centimeter high, and the whole body was clear and transparent, showing a deep ruby red color.

Who will drink the first cup becomes the next question to be considered.

Emperor Wu proposed to give it to Maggie because she was the owner of the gift, and this proposal was approved by everyone.

Although Maggie is the owner of the bar, she drinks very little, and she rarely drinks on a regular basis.

Amid the heckling of a bunch of cowboys, she raised her glass.

Maggie, who had curly brown hair and age on her forehead, said with emotion: "Thank you, Mr. Hans, there are no tall buildings, no underground garages, no overpasses, no securities companies, no Maserati stores, just a bunch of old cowboys who are addicted to alcohol to bless Pelican Town." ”

"Bless Pelican Town!"

The people in the bar spoke in unison, and some of them raised their glasses.

The audience paid attention to Maggie's expression, and there were two people in the world who had the most pertinent evaluation of wine, one was a master taster like Robert Parker, and the other was a layman like Maggie who had no understanding of wine.

She took a sip, no more, no less, and slid down her throat into her stomach. Maggie frowned at first, and her glasses blinked, not looking quite to her liking.

After drinking, Maggie raised her head, her eyes staring at the ceiling, as if she was savoring the taste just now, her lips moved, and she was about to speak and swallowed back.

"How?" asked Emperor Wu.

"Although I don't know much about red wine, this wine tastes perfect. ”

Maggie's words drew cheers from the crowd as they would each have the same glass of wine.

Only Greg poured cold water, "Oh no, usually good red wine will make people who don't drink it often feel spicy." Maggie's assessment is perfect, so this barrel of wine is most likely sweet syrup. ”

Greg was a regular visitor to the place, and his words sent a sigh of disappointment.

"No, Grieg, I think it's a very good barrel of wine, and when I was fifteen years old I drank a $20,000 bottle of Romanée Conti in Melbourne, and this glass tasted even more impressive to me than it did back then. Maggie's expression was serious.

Greg touched his cuckold and laughed twice.

Emperor Wu was very happy, he couldn't wait to take a sip of wine from fifty years ago, which could blow in the circle of friends for a year.

According to Maggie's instructions, the bartender filled the wine for all the guests, including the Russian beauties, about three centimeters each.

Greg, as a skeptic, was the first to taste the wine. Taking the cup, he immediately drank half of it.

“son of bitch！”

This is the highest treatment that Greg can praise others.

The audience cheered again, and the bar's master sommelier, Greg, had been conquered by the barrel, and the others handed their glasses.

When it was Emperor Wu's turn, he drank it in one gulp, letting the liquid slowly slide down his throat.

The moment he drank it was a little sour, he smelled plums, cherry vanilla and even tobacco, and the rich mixture was nostalgic.

After drinking, a sense of clarity rushed into the brain, and the whole person was shocked.

A beautiful Russian tourist was greeted with Sprite, and it seemed that she was not very good at drinking wine directly.

The cowboy with a good voice sang, and the bartender was happy to take on the job of serving wine, and he was proud that he had opened the wine he had treasured for fifty years.