"Hey, here we come!" The foodie usually looks cool, but now she is laughing with her. Who is not right? She quickly brought the wine glass that had been prepared long ago.

Standard large Burgundy cup, integrated crystal cup, and thin walls.

The taster looked at him coldly, "Don't think that if I open the bottle, I will admit it. This wine is not in vain. I won't count the value with you. From now on, you will owe me a promise. If you agree, sit down and drink. If you don't agree, go out and settle the score with him when I finish drinking."

The beggar smiled bitterly and said, "You said so, are there any unwillingness to agree? I agree, I agree." He made a move directly, and the taster fell on him with the most murderous aura. Facing this scepter of time and space, the beggar dared not act like a slander.

The foodie said with a bitter face: "I agreed, too, who made me greedy? Actually, that's it. Look, I'm with the cutter, so it's OK to give you a gift, and you'll have to make a promise, this..."

[No][Wrong]

The veins on the taster's forehead were swollen, "Who will give Henrijaye's Crohaba to the wedding gift? If you give it to me, I can get married every day and be a groom every night."

"Puchi!" The cutter laughed at the side, "Don't count my share! I'm just watching the fun, I won't drink it. This sip is the price of an energy gem."

Lan Jue hurriedly said, "I have agreed to do that with you a long time ago. Look, I'd better be righteous. I didn't say anything wrong when I didn't see this wine. I passed it directly."

The taster snorted coldly, "Because you have dealt with the Blood Red Pirates and saved the more than fifty compatriots, you have passed the test."

The foodie smiled. "Okay, okay. Don't make the atmosphere so tense, it will affect the taste later! You only have one bottle of this thing. If you can't taste it in the best condition, you will lose money. By the way, we have never drunk it. Is there any point in drinking this wine?"

The taster's face relaxed a little, and sat down, "Like Romani Conte, put it in the cup directly and drink it. The slight difference is that drinking Henrigaye is ten minutes apart from each sip."

This is the first time Lan Jue has heard this statement, "Hey, why is this?"

The taster glanced at him, "You will know after drinking it."

He held the bottom of the bottle with one hand and poured four glasses of wine with his own hands. Each glass was the same, and the wine was about two fingers high.

The wine came out of the bottle. A faint fragrance also appeared, but it was not strong. It seemed to shrink slightly, like a shy little girl.

"Henrijaye's wine is the ultimate taste bud enjoyment. Wait for two minutes and you can start your first sip." The taster's expression had returned to calm at this time, but deep in his eyes, there was an unconcealable fanaticism. For this bottle of Crohaba, he also had a pilgrimage mentality?

The gourmet cottage suddenly became a little calm, and the cutter sat aside with a smile, not angry at all because she couldn't drink it. Everyone has different pursuits. She doesn't love much for wine, and even if it's love, the racers are intoxicated by the fact that they like single malt whiskey instead of red wine.

Racing drivers always feel that he cannot taste the richness and difference between red wine, so he prefers simple, direct, and masculine single malt. Perhaps because he practices Yin thunder and Yin flashing superpowers, and needs to be harmonized by Yin and Yang.

In fact, the most expensive wine in the world has never been red wine. Henrigaye's wine is already at its peak, but in the long river of human history, its value is also very different from that of single malt whiskey. Single malt whiskey is a strong wine that can be aged for a long time and does not require space technology. Therefore, some elderly whiskeys have been put from the Shangyuan era to the modern era, and the mellowness of history is really terrifying. Naturally, the value is unparalleled. For real lovers, they are priceless treasures.

"It's OK." The wine-sniffer whispered, and he held up the wine glass with a thin column under the crystal cup and shaved it gently.

Lan Jue, the gourmet and the beggar also picked up their wine glasses and shook their own cups.

It is worth mentioning that the beggar looks very clean these two days. Although he is still wearing a slap uniform, he washes it very cleanly and even has a faint fresh atmosphere, which is obviously to destroy the atmosphere and feeling of drinking.

Putting the wine glass into his nose, Lan Jue sniffed it gently, and the next moment, his expression suddenly became richer. His eyes became brighter as stars, but his hands holding the cup pillar became more stable.

The aroma of Clohaba knows is not strong, nor is it the rich and mellow fragrance. Its scent is layered with peach blossoms, pear blossoms, apricot blossoms, lilies, forget-me-nots, cornflowers, and tulips... The seemingly gentle and elegant fragrance contains countless wonderful scents. Smelling it is like entering the garden and feeling the blooming of flowers.

If the red wine in Bordeaux is a masculine wine, then the red chrysanthemum of Burgundy is a feminine wine. The breath that Clohaba understands is the ultimate feminine, the elegant but extremely rich fragrance, like the ancient martial arts bone-turning palm, directly slapped into your sense of smell and then merged into every cell in your body. Even your mood will melt due to it.

Lan Jue felt reluctant to drink for the first time, and shook it gently and smelled it again. This time, it seemed that his body and mind had entered the garden, as if he had really seen flowers blooming and bright moonlight shining in the air. The layering in the fragrance even increased a lot more than before. This feeling is really hard to describe in words.

Finally, the taster was the first to take a sip. He drank at least half of the wine into his mouth. Good wine needed enough to taste the full taste.

The taster's expression seemed to freeze in an instant, and then Lan Jue, a foodie and a beggar who followed him into his mouth.

If the smell of Romani Conti instantly penetrates the gums and is imprinted in your spiritual world.

Then, Crohaba understood it completely differently. After the brick red wine that looked very similar to Romani Conti, Lan Jue's mind was blank in an instant. All he could think of was only one description.

Atomic bomb!

Yes, the smell of this sip of wine was like it exploded in the mouth in an instant, which was completely different from its soft and gentle fragrance, and its layers of fragrance. Its taste actually had an extremely terrifying explosion. The smell that exploded in that instant made Lan Jue feel a sudden burst of scalp.

How is it possible? How can a bottle of wine, made of just Pinot Noir, a grape, have such a wonderful taste?

Lan Jue didn't even know how he swallowed the wine. He just felt that the strong smell was deeply imprinted in his soul. The feeling of pilgrimage made him unable to forget it in his life.

The four of them put down their wine glasses one after another, but remained silent for a long time.

Lan Jue finally understood why the taste was just said, after taking a sip of Henrigaye's Crohaba, he would take another sip in at least ten minutes. Because the taste of Crohaba did not leave at all.

The taste of red wine when it first enters the mouth is called the pre-flavor. When swallowed, the feeling of the medium taste is the medium taste. After swallowing, the taste left in the mouth is the after-flavor.

When tasting whether a bottle of wine is good, these three flavors are very important. All three are very good, and that is a good bottle of red wine.

However, Crohaba understood that there was no such three flavors at all. He only had an atomic bomb-like explosion aroma! The ultimate incomparable penetration.

Lan Jue even felt that after drinking this sip of wine, his whole body began to exude that strong fragrance. The pre-smell, medium-smell, and after-smell, all merged into one, and the smell did not leave at all, and it was all imprinted in the taste buds and was deeply rooted in the mouth.

After ten minutes, the taste gradually faded and disappeared.

After licking his lips, Lan Jue wanted to say something, but he stopped in the end because he couldn't describe the words that Crohaba understood. At this time, he suddenly felt that the adjective in his mind was so pale.

The five people sat here for a whole morning and only drank a bottle of wine.

After drinking the wine, the taster carefully put away the bottle and the wine jam, the foodie suddenly stood up and said to him, "I'm sorry."

The taster glanced at him, "No need to say sorry. Just remember what you owe me."

The foodie sighed, "I always thought that it is better to drink a bottle of wine than to have a bottle of wine. However, after drinking this bottle of Henrigaye's Crohaba, I suddenly realized that I was wrong. Such wine should have more perfect everything to match. The perfect environment, the perfect dining table, the perfect atmosphere, and every detail should be more perfect. Because of our curiosity and willfulness, drinking it like this is a blasphemy. I owe you something, and I owe you a bottle of wine. As long as I can find out where there is a Crohaba of Henrigaye's Crohaba, I will do anything to get it and use everything perfect conditions to feel its beauty."

A faint smile appeared on the taster's face, "It's good that you have this kind of heart. In a few days, I will go with the jeweler to find the descendants of the three great Baccarat gods, and maybe there will be a chance. When we go out, you sit on the Tianhuo Avenue and don't go out. If there is really a need, I will ask you to go." (To be continued...)

Chapter 332 The Charm of the Legendary Baccarat:
Chapter completed!