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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