Naruto: Big Foodie

He hurried out the door. After a while, he walked back slowly and lightly, grabbing a wine bottle basket with both hands, and then took out a dark wine bottle. The label on the bottle is down, making it invisible.

Si Ying Shi poured nearly a quarter of the wine into the goblet of Nakiri Xianzaemon, bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "Please take your time."

"Let me guess what kind of wine this is."

Nakiri Senzaemon slowly raised the glass to his nose, the tip of his nose dipped into the glass, moved on the surface of the wine, and sniffed sensitively. He gently swirls the wine in the glass to absorb the aroma of the wine. He was very focused. He had closed his eyes long ago, and now his entire upper body, head, neck, and chest, seemed to be a giant sensitive olfactory machine, enduring, infiltrating, and discerning the information sucked into his nose.

The smell of alcohol lasted for at least a minute. Then, without opening his eyes or shaking his head, Nakiri Senzaemon put the wine glass down to his mouth, and poured almost half of the wine into his mouth. He took a breath and tasted the wine for the first time with a mouthful of wine.

Then, he let part of the wine slowly flow down his throat, and he could see his throat squirming as the wine passed by. But he also kept most of the wine in his mouth.

He stopped swallowing now, but sucked in a breath of air through his lips, the air mixed with the smell of wine in his mouth, all the way to his lungs. He held his breath, made it come out of his nose, and finally rolled the wine under his tongue, chewing it with his teeth as if he were chewing bread.

"Um…"

Nakiri Senzaemon pondered for a moment, put down the wine glass, and stuck a dark red tongue out of his lips.

"good."

"It's a very interesting little wine - gentle and elegant, with a very feminine finish."

Nakiri Senzaemon had too much saliva in his mouth, and occasionally sprayed a little bit of shiny saliva on the table when he spoke.

"Now I can start to eliminate," said Nakiri Senzaemon, "I hope you can forgive me for doing this so carefully, Siying, it has a lot to do with winning or losing."

He looked up at Si Yingshi and smiled, a smile coming from his thick, wet lips.

"Then first, what county in the Bordeaux region is this wine made in? It's not too difficult to guess. The wine is too light, neither from Saint-Emilion nor from Graves. It's clearly a Maidock County liquor. There's no doubt about that."

"So, which town in Maidock County did this wine come from? Based on the method of elimination, that's easy to tell. Is it from Margo? No, it won't be Margo. It doesn't. Intense aroma of Margaux."

"Boya? It won't be boya. Compared to boya, this wine is too delicate, too mild, too craving. From the taste of boya, its character is almost outrageous. "

"At the same time, it seems to me that there's a little bit of pith in the boa, and it has a weird, earthy, pith flavor that the grapes draw from the soil in that county."

"No, no. This wine—a very mild wine, elegant and timid on the first taste, and shy and very amiable on the second taste."

"On the second taste, maybe a little naughty and a little naughty, tickling the tongue with a hint of tannin."

"Finally, its aftertaste is lovely, comforting, feminine, with a certain pleasant and magnanimous quality that one can only associate with the wines of St Julian's. No doubt this is St Julian's wine."

Nakiri Senzaemon leaned back on the back of the chair, raised his hands to his chest, and carefully pressed his fingertips together.

"Now, let me think - where did I just say?"

"Oh, yes. This wine is from the Bordeaux region, from St. Julian's, County Maidoc. So far so good."

"But now we have a difficult place - the name of the vineyard. Because there are many vineyards in the town of St. Julian's, as St. Julian's has so aptly mentioned before, the difference between the wine of one place and the wine of another place. It's usually not much different. But I'll give it a try."

Nakiri Senzaemon closed his eyes again and paused.

"I'm trying to determine how the grapes are growing," Nakiri Senzaemon said. "If I can do that, it's half the battle."

"Now let me think about it. This wine is clearly not a first crop, or even a second crop. It's not a famous wine. Its quality, its, its, what to say Come? Color, strength, are lacking. However, if there is a third crop, it is possible. But I still doubt it. I know it is a good age, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com may be a bit exaggerated."

Nakiri Senzaemon picked up his wine glass and took another sip.

"Not bad," Nakiri Senzaemon smacked his lips. "I guessed it right. This is the fourth crop."

"Now I'm sure. A very good year, in fact, it's the fourth crop of a good year. So it tastes like a third crop for a while, or even a second crop. Wine made from grapes. Good! One step further! The truth is getting closer and closer! Where is the fourth vineyard in St. Julian's?"

Nakiri Senzaemon paused again and raised his wine glass.

The lip of the cup rested on his drooping, wagging lower lip. Then I saw the dark red narrow tongue sticking out, the tip of the tongue dipped in the wine, and then quickly retracted.

When he put down the wine glass, Nakiri Senzaemon's eyes were still closed, his face was full of attention, only two lips were squirming, sipping up and down each other, like two elastic wet rubbers.

"Yeah, it's the same!" he exclaimed, "tannin in the middle, that sharp, astringent squeeze on the tongue. Yes, yes, for sure! Now I know! This wine It was from a small vineyard near Bersheval County. I think about it now. Bersheval County, that river, and that little harbour that was silted up, so wine ships can no longer use that The harbour. Bershevel...would it really be a Bershevel wine? No, I don't think so. Not much like that. But very close to there. The vineyards of Castle Talbo? Yes Is it Talbo? Yes, it will. Wait a minute."

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