"Drunk?" Aubert de Villaine's voice was a little strange. "Good, good!
If he's finished, he'll be nothing more than a legend. "
There seemed to be a hint of hatred in his voice.
No doubt, there was a history between the three Gods of Wine.
"If you like wine so much, then stay.
You're in luck. The vines here are old enough to start making wine.
So far, we've only produced three years.
Feel free to give it a try, or taste the hops.
Since you've tasted my wine before, you should be able to compare. "
The Wine Master was delighted. "That's wonderful," he said. "Thank you for your generosity."
He'd loved wine all his life, and to be able to taste the wine made by the legendary God of Wine with his own two hands was wonderful. Even more exciting was the fact that Aubert de Villaine was still alive.
"Gate, take them there, then come back. I want to hear what they have to say." Aubert de Villaine's voice was soft.
Gate gestured for them to follow. The Wine Master, Lan Jue, and the Pauper all bowed respectfully to Aubert de Villaine's vines. Then, Gate led them away.
What they had just experienced was too legendary for the three of them. The legendary God of Wine from the DRC was still alive, and in such a way at that. Could a human really survive by transforming into a plant?
What's more, the God of Wine was still as strong as ever.
No wonder his Paragon's Domain was a vine. He'd become a vine himself!
With Gate leading the way, they finally entered the castle.
As soon as they entered, they were greeted by the smell of white oak.
The interior of the castle was hollow.
It was empty.
There were only a few large wooden barrels.
They were at least ten meters tall, and more than six meters in diameter. What were they used for?
Gate explained. "We've always used the most traditional methods of biokinetics to make wine.
Biokinetics means that we don't use any sort of mechanical process. Everything is done through biokinetics.
For example, when we plow the soil, we use horses and oxen to pull the fences. When we pick the grapes, we have to do it by hand.
It has to be hand-picked, and only the best grapes will be chosen. "
"In order to restore all seven of the traditional DRC wines, we put a lot of effort into the soil and used the control of the Spirit Mirror Lake to water it.
Even though this does not completely originate from nature, we have tried our best to simulate the environment of the Mother Planet during the Upper Era.
At present, all the vines are over forty years old, and grapes from different plots are aged in oak barrels for eighteen or twenty-four months.
Unfortunately, there weren't any more old barrels.
The taste of the oak will affect the wine more.
The first of the three vintages produced so far had already been bottled.
The other two years are still being aged in Mouton, or hops. "
Lan Jue: "Then can we taste all the wines from these three years?"
Gait glanced at him and nodded. "Sure.
Since Master de Villaine had agreed to it, it was no problem at all.
Please follow me. "
As they walked deeper into the castle, they were greeted by a series of stone steps that spiraled downward. Gate took the lead, and the others followed behind him.
As they walked, Gate spoke. "Traditional wine cellars have to be at least ten meters underground, or even deeper. The temperature must be maintained at twelve to fifteen degrees, and there must be a certain amount of humidity.
As time went on, there would be dust and mold, but all of these were part of the process of making wine.
Everything has to be started from the beginning, and it takes time.
Back on the Mother Planet, there were wineries that had existed for thousands of years. Naturally, there were also wines that were thousands of years old. "
The Wine Master asked. "Does the DRC have any of the old wines?"
Gate nodded. "Of course we do."
The Wine Master asked. "Did they use interdimensional technology to preserve them?"
Gate shook his head. "No. Master de Villaine preserved an entire cellar, and brought it back with him.
Everything in the cellar was left intact, but it wasn't here.
The old wine hasn't been touched. Whether or not it's still alive, I don't know. "
The most important factor in evaluating a bottle of old wine was whether or not it was still alive.
The so-called "alive" referred to the fact that the wine could still be drunk. If the wine could not be drunk, it would be said that the wine was old.
If it wasn't properly stored, or left for too long, then it was possible that the wine would deteriorate.
Both Lan Jue and the Wine Master's eyes lit up as they listened to Gate's explanation. There was wine that had been preserved from the Former Era to the present day?
And without any interdimensional technology, even if it was stored in the most stringent of cellars, the chances of survival were slim.
As they pondered the matter, they arrived at the bottom of the stone steps. Gate pushed open a pair of wooden doors, and led them inside.
The world behind the wooden door was first filled with the rich smell of white oak. Ancient stone pillars supported the wine cellar, and as far as the eye could see, rows of oak barrels were neatly arranged. Each row had two layers, with two barrels at the top and two at the bottom, extending into the distance.
"Because we've only just begun, we have over two thousand one hundred barrels. Each vintage averages around seven hundred barrels.
The first vintage has only recently been bottled, and the third vintage has just begun to be filled. "
The cellar was large, but there were many parts that were still empty. It was obviously reserved for future use.
Lan Jue couldn't help but ask, "Mister Gate, what is the future of your wine?"
Gate glanced at her. "The Western League will help us sell the wine."
"The Western League?" Lan Jue's eyes flickered, as though deep in thought.
Gate didn't pursue the subject. He continued to lead them on a tour of the cellar. After a round, he brought up a cylindrical barrel with a metal trumpet.
The Pauper whispered to the Wine Master. "What's this?"
The Wine Master explained. "It's called a spit barrel. It's only found in the cellar.
Tasters and bartenders use it when tasting hops or making wine.
After all, everyone's tolerance is limited. You can't drink every single wine. If you're worried about your tolerance, you can spit it out in the spit barrel.
But this only applies to the wine that enters your mouth. If you don't drink it, you're allowed to pour it back into Mouton.
Treasure every drop of the Elixir of Life. "
Gate looked at the Wine Master with a hint of a smile in his eyes. He nodded, then began to hand out glasses to the three of them.
Each of them had one.
"Let's start with the hops that have just entered the barrel. To taste hops, you need your imagination.
A good Wine Master can tell if a wine is good by the taste of the hops. "
As he spoke, Gate took out a long glass tube. There was a rubber cover at the end of the glass tube. Upon closer inspection, one could see that there was a small hole at the bottom.
He walked up to an oak barrel, pulled out a small white stopper, and inserted the glass tube into it. Then, he pressed the small hole on the back and pulled the glass tube out. Immediately, a tube of dark red wine was brought out.
This was using atmospheric pressure to extract the wine.
He poured some of the liquid into each person's glass, then returned the remainder of the glass tube to the barrel.
Gate gestured for them to drink.
Lan Jue swirled the glass and brought it to his nose for a sniff. It smelled a little strange. It wasn't a nice aroma, but a slightly sour taste that had yet to dissipate.
He took a sip, and sure enough, the first thing he felt was a sour taste, along with the taste of grapes.
The so-called hops, especially this kind of new hops, were mostly grape juice.
The sour taste mixed with the taste of grapes made Lan Jue, who was tasting it for the first time. But he swallowed it anyway. The name written on the barrel was Vivian. This was the DRC's Saint Vivant, and it was also a good wine!
Who would have thought that the hops tasted like this?
The sour taste lingered for a long time, but the aroma slowly spread. There was no doubt that there was a difference between hops and wine. It wasn't that tasty, but it was a new experience.
Lan Jue was very familiar with the taste of wine, but it was his first time tasting hops. At least, he didn't have the imagination yet.
He tasted barrel after barrel of hops. Seven types of wine, seven types of hops.
Gradually he began to taste the difference, especially the Romanee-Conti. Lan Jue couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised by the taste.
He couldn't help but laugh. "So the best wine has to be the best grape juice first!"
Gate nodded and said, "That's right.
Just like the best champagne, the best white wine must be the best. Even if there are no bubbles, it's still equally charming.
The principle is the same. "
Lan Jue gave him a thumbs up.
After tasting the most basic hops, they tasted the high-grade hops that had been stored in the barrel for more than a year. The taste had changed again.
However, they were more excited about the finished wine.
They started with the lowest Vivian. The brick-red liquid exuded a tempting fragrance. The ultimate Pinot Noir was displayed one by one. Everyone drank a glass of each, and the three of them became more and more excited.
This could be seen from the brightness of their eyes.
Finally, they finished tasting the wine and handed the glass back to Gate.
The beggar frowned and shook his head gently.
"What's wrong?" Lan Jue asked.
The beggar said, "Maybe it's because of the different taste. Romanee-Conti is excellent and has a strong penetrating power, as if it can penetrate into human cells. But this bottle of wine is a little young, and at the same time, it seems to lack a feeling. Not only does it not have the explosive feeling of Cros Pars, but it also lacks something else."
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