Generally speaking, the more fruity the wine, the better, just like osmanthus and gardenias, the fragrance wafts for ten miles, so that everyone is immersed and intoxicated.

Hardly anyone has ever seen such a fragrant wine like an orchid and musk.

Under pride and prejudice, such incense, which is contrary to traditional concepts, unusual incense, even if it smells good, is still devalued as worthless.

"Maybe I shouldn't expect too much from it." Even so, Crewe said with a little disappointment, "Such a bland fruity aroma is far less than what she is worth." Crewe sniffed again.

"Bean in the Wine" is a bearded, pot-bellied middle-aged man with some calm maturity. His original name was Hansen and he was a wine taster.

His prejudices are nowhere near as strong as Crewe's.

Hansen sniffed the aroma lightly, tasted it for a long time, and then opened his eyes and commented: "It is indeed a very light aroma." ”

"But I have to correct something, it's not 'bland'. I can't apply that word to her.

This is indeed a light fragrance that is different from the rich and fruity aroma of traditional wines, but just like the flowers with strong fragrance and light fragrance in the flowers, the bottle of wine in front of me is more like the fragrance of an orchid from China, light and lush, light and fragrant for a long time. After Hansen finished speaking, he looked at the screen full of questions and doubts, and explained: "I'm not advertising - I'm not French - I'm just saying a few fair words." ”

At the same time, he also explained to Kru beside him.

"Well, maybe I didn't smell it carefully." Crewe said with a slight flirtatious skew.

"Of course, I believe that my friend 'Bean' is not French. I need to smell it again. Crewe chuckled and dismissed her embarrassment.

He glanced at his eyes and seemed to close them. Miss "Mermaid", who looks like a sleeping beauty. Pretending to be casual and said, "Our Miss 'Mermaid' seems to be asleep. ”

Crewe looked blushing as he looked at it. The more and more moving beauty couldn't help but take the opportunity to speak to take a few more glances - only then did the charm of the beauty around her not seem abrupt - "Hey! Alice, are you still there? ”

"Oh-sorry, what did you say?" Alice said as if she had just woken up from a dream. The lazy style of opening his eyes made Crewe stunned. Those bright and green eyes seem to contain all the beauty and tenderness of heaven and earth, what star, what carnal desire, at this moment. All annihilated in the heart of Crewe.

Not only Crewe, but even everyone who watched the video couldn't help but be stunned by this mysterious woman who was more beautiful than the beauty in the photo.

She shouldn't seem to be here, on this humble wine tasting livestream – like a queen sitting at a stall for a late-night snack.

All eyes were drawn to her.

"Oh-oh-I mean-" Crewe said, looking at Alice in a daze, "you're so beautiful." ”

"Thank you for the compliment." Alice laughed, "You know, I'm very interested in wine.

So, when I heard that you invited me to taste this bottle of wine from the mysterious East, I had little hesitation. I accepted your invitation, even in a way I didn't like that much.

But. I think I've come to the right place.

I've never smelled a wine with such a special aroma, it's like a tulip. She reminded me of my mother, of my country and of everything about my childhood.

I like the taste, maybe it's not that strong, but it's like a tulip, it's addictive, intoxicating. ”

"I've never praised something like this in so long since I've seen you. Maybe I was really too arbitrary to judge this bottle of wine just now, maybe she really has her value. I shouldn't have come to see her with prejudice. Crewe finally had serious doubts about his own judgment after Alice's evaluation.

"Tulip - are you Dutch?" In this sentence, Crewe exposes his strangeness and curiosity about the beauty around him.

"Yes, I'm from the land of tulips." The beauty smiled faintly, just like the golden tulips blooming.

"Then you must be a noble lady. I see in you the precipitation of an ancient history, just like fine wine, more and more agarwood. Crewe mused.

The audience in front of the screen, watching Crewe's unscrupulous performance, was about to go crazy, and the scolding came like a tide. The original wine tasting seemed to have lost its color and original meaning in front of this beauty.

"Crewe, I have to warn you—no matter how beautiful the lady beside you is, we are still tasting this bottle of wine from the East." Hansen reminded dissatisfiedly.

"If you continue like this, I can't guarantee that you will not survive until tomorrow." He said as he looked at the displeasure that almost covered the screen.

"As the lady said, the smell of tulips—she reminded me." Hansen looked at the screen and continued, "Tulips are blooming and the aroma is being released. With the precipitation of the fragrance, the aroma becomes more and more intense, not a strong fragrance that makes people languid, but a light and elegant aroma.

Of course you can't smell it, but you can see how I'm feeling now - look at this beauty next to me. ”

At this time, the aroma of wine was completely released in this small space.

The fresh aroma, like the slight cold in the spring breeze, wakes people up.

Crewe also woke up from the abrupt praise and intoxication of the beauty beside him, and in the blink of an eye, he escaped into the illusion created by this fragrance, but his head became more and more sober.

Maybe it's not the illusion of scent.

The aroma of wine only makes people sober, digging out the deepest deep memories in people's heads, and then catalyzing and brewing them, just like the brewing of wine itself.

So, just this long-lost fragrance, in this closed and narrow space, weaves a different dream.

"I'm already hesitating whether I should try this bottle or not." Hansen said hesitantly.

"I'm hesitating, too." Crewe also said, "I take back all my previous words - just smelling this wine is a wonderful experience." Maybe it may not be worth the $100,000 in my heart, but I have no regrets. ”

After Crewe finished speaking, he looked at the staring Hansen and explained with a wry smile: "You know, 100,000 US dollars, almost all of my family property." I'm not as rich as you, and I don't have the money-making skills you have. ”

"Maybe you don't know why we're hesitating." Hansen explains, "It's a reluctance to break the uncertainty of the good. Just like a plate of incomparably delicate dishes, just looking at it is an incomparable enjoyment, and at this time, you will hesitate whether to eat her or not. ”

"This fragrance is the delicacy of the dish; And I would rather look at her with a good imagination than taste the taste that might disappoint me.

I hardly dare to try it, I can't believe that there is a better taste experience than this fragrance - at least not in my life, there is no ......" (To be continued. )