Wednesday, October 24, 2012

100 Words a Day 80

After ritual inspection of the wine she put the glass to her lips, taking an exploratory sip.

It was less tart and more smoky, but not as smoky as some she had tried. She could not determine the vintage as it rolled around her mouth, passing over her tongue. The flavor changed as the wine passed over her taste buds, and lingered after she swallowed. It settled pleasantly in her stomach.

A fruity taste wafted up her throat, gradually replacing the wine’s second taste. After saturating her mouth, she felt the fumes drift further upward and tickle her nose slightly.

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