“Oh, but isn’t the blue fun, the Gik, darling? It’s so new and different,” Juan asked the party at the wine-tasting.
”It’s fun, but I feel like I’m drinking cough medicine,” the American said.
”But the taste! It’s sweet, light, and bubbly. I’m taking some home for my daughter’s wedding,” the British man commented.
The three men, friends for many years, were attending a wine tasting in Spain, where they were on holiday. It was at a small, rather mysterious winery that none of them had heard of before they got the invitation.
“The yellow! The Vin Jeune! This is the first time I’ve tasted it,” cried the American. “How unique! It’s nutty and fruity at the same time. Delicious.”
”It’s just overdeveloped white wine. Next, please,” said the Brit. The Spaniard was delighting in the taste of the yellow. The three men briefly argued about the characteristics of the blue versus the yellow.
They came to the red, the burgundy. They agreed. Full-bodied, delicious, perhaps the best.
A commotion took place at the door and two masked men appeared.
”Place your wallets on the table. Then walk into the vat room,” one of the men said.
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