[It's a good thing he had the forethought to label the glasses, or he'd be pretty miffed about her downing the entire glass he'd put aside for later reference. He makes sure that glass goes right back on the bedside table before he delivers the next three selections.
To no ones surprise, she likes the white wine spritzer. Of course. And because he's a nerd takes pride in knowing his wines, he jumps right into explaining the difference between that and champagne.]
That one was sparkling wine. No surprise that you like it. It's essentially champagne, except for sparkling wine to be permitted the champagne title, it requires producers to adhere to a particular production method and use only certain types of grapes, and it must be bottled within a certain region of Northern France.
[She's already nearly drained her second glass by the time he's finished speaking. Looks like they've got another winner.]
Moscato. I'm not surprised there either.
[They're on a roll! But at this rate, he'll have barely expanded her palate. The wines she's chosen are very close in taste profile.]
And that last one is... a hell original, I believe. There's a hint of pumpkin spice. [Because it's fall, so of course there is. He quite liked it, though he's bound to get tired of pumpkin at some point.]
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[It's a good thing he had the forethought to label the glasses, or he'd be pretty miffed about her downing the entire glass he'd put aside for later reference. He makes sure that glass goes right back on the bedside table before he delivers the next three selections.
To no ones surprise, she likes the white wine spritzer. Of course. And because he
's a nerdtakes pride in knowing his wines, he jumps right into explaining the difference between that and champagne.]That one was sparkling wine. No surprise that you like it. It's essentially champagne, except for sparkling wine to be permitted the champagne title, it requires producers to adhere to a particular production method and use only certain types of grapes, and it must be bottled within a certain region of Northern France.
[She's already nearly drained her second glass by the time he's finished speaking. Looks like they've got another winner.]
Moscato. I'm not surprised there either.
[They're on a roll! But at this rate, he'll have barely expanded her palate. The wines she's chosen are very close in taste profile.]
And that last one is... a hell original, I believe. There's a hint of pumpkin spice. [Because it's fall, so of course there is. He quite liked it, though he's bound to get tired of pumpkin at some point.]