He hurried out the door.
Si Yingshi poured nearly a quarter of the goblet for Nagi Senzaemon, bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "Please taste it slowly." ” "Let me guess what kind of wine it is."
Nagikiri Senzaemon slowly raised the glass to his nose, the tip of his nose reaching into the glass, moving across the surface of the wine, sniffing sensitively.
He swirls the wine in the glass gently so that it can absorb its aroma.
His attention was very focused.
He had already closed his eyes, and now his entire upper body, head, neck, and chest, seemed to become a huge sensitive olfactory machine, bearing and seeping in, discerning the information that had been inhaled through his nose.
That process of smelling the wine lasted at least a minute.
Then, without opening his eyes or shaking his head, Nagi Senzaemon lowered the glass to his lips and poured almost half of the wine into his mouth.
He took a breath and tasted it for the first time with a mouth full of wine.
Then he let some of the wine slowly flow down his throat, and when it passed, he could see his throat squirming.
But he still keeps most of the wine in his mouth.
He no longer swallowed, but inhaled a breath of air through his lips, which mixed with the taste of wine in his mouth and reached his lungs.
He held his breath and let it squirt out of his nose, and finally rolled the wine under his tongue, chewing it with his teeth as if he were chewing bread.
"Hmm" Nagi Senzaemon groaned for a moment, then put down his glass and stuck a dark red tongue out of his lips.
"Not bad."
"It's a very interesting little wine that's gentle and elegant, and it has a very feminine finish."
Nagi Senzaemon has too much saliva in his mouth, and occasionally sprays a little shiny saliva on the table when he speaks.
"Now I can start to eliminate," Nagi Senzaemon said, "I hope you can forgive me for doing this so carefully, it has a lot to do with winning or losing." ” He looked up at Si Yingshi and smiled, a smile from his thick, wet lips.
"First of all, it's not too difficult to guess where this wine is produced in the Bordeaux region.
The wine is too light to be produced neither from Saint-Emilion nor from Graff.
This is clearly a kind of wine in Mydoc County.
There is no doubt about that. ” "So, from which town in Mydoc County did this wine come from, it is not difficult to determine according to the method of elimination.
Is it from Margord, no, it won't be Margord.
It does not have the strong aroma of margo. ” "Boya won't be Boya.
Compared to Boja, this wine is too delicate, too mild, and too craving.
In terms of the taste of Boya, its character is almost brutal. ” "At the same time, it seems to me that there is a slight bit of pith in the poja, and it contains a strange, dusty taste of the pith that the grapes draw from the soil of that county."
"No, no.
This is a very mild sake, which makes you feel elegant and shy at first taste, and when you taste it again, it appears with a shy and very kind demeanor. ” "On the second taste, maybe a little naughty, a little mischievous, teasing the human tongue with a hint of tannin."
"Finally, its finish is lovely, comforting, feminine and delicate, with a certain pleasant and generous quality that one can only associate with the wine of St.
Julian's.
There is no doubt that this is the wine of St.
Julian's Town. ” Nagi Senzaemon leaned back in his chair, his hands raised to his chest, his fingertips carefully pressed together.
"Now, let me think about where I just talked about."
"Oh, yes.
This wine is from the Bordeaux region, from the town of Saint-Julian, in the county of Maidoc.
So far so good. ” "But now we have a difficult place to get the name of the vineyard.
Because there are many vineyards in the town of St.
Julian's, as Si Yingshi has aptly mentioned before, there is often not much difference between the wine of one place and the wine of another.
But I'll give it a try. ” Nagi Senzaemon closed his eyes again and paused.
"I'm trying to determine how the grapes are growing," said Senzaemon Nagiri, "and if I can do that, it's half the battle." ” "Now let me think about it.
This wine is clearly not the product of the first crop, or even the product of the second crop.
This is not a well-known liquor.
Its quality, its, its, how to say color, power, is lacking.
However, if it is the third crop, it is possible.
But I'm still skeptical.
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I know it's a good year, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration. ” Nagi Senzaemon picked up his glass and took another sip.
"Not bad," Nagi Senzaemon smacked his lips.
"I guessed right.
This is the fourth stubble. ” "Now I'm sure.
A very good vintage, in fact, it was a bumper harvest of the fourth crop of grapes.
As a result, it tastes like a third crop, or even a wine made from a second crop.
Well, one step further, the truth is getting closer and closer in the town of St.
Julian, where is the vineyard that harvests the fourth crop?"
Nagi Senzaemon paused again and raised his glass.
The rim was pressed against his drooping, swirling lower lip.
Then I saw the narrow dark red tongue sticking out, dipping the tip of the tongue in the wine, and quickly retracted.
When he put the glass down, Nagi Senzaemon's eyes were still closed, his face was engrossed, only two lips were wriggling, up and down and sipping each other, like two elastic wet erasers.
"Yes, still," he exclaimed, "there was a tannins in the middle, a sharp, astringent sensation on the tongue.
Yes, yes, I must now know that this wine is produced from a small vineyard near Bescherville County.
I think about it now.
In Bescherwell County, the river, and the little harbor that was silted up, the boats carrying wine could no longer use the harbor.
Will Bescherwell really be Bescherwell's wine No, I don't think so.
Not quite like that.
But it's very close to there.
Will the vineyards of Talbo Castle be Talbo Yes, it will.
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