Go ahead, Cecil was clearly butting in front of the glass she was offered.
When a cocktail serves its first cup to a human being, it's almost always better said.
Confused by the unknown, afraid of the unknown.
Maybe it's a natural reaction as a human being.
But it doesn't matter what that reaction is right now.
If you can't drink this, it won't last.
"What's up?
When I ask, Cecil looks at me with a kick, saying he's not ready yet.
"Ha, nothing like this. What do you think you've done now?
Cecil's words are chosen to make fun of me.
But something like the rush mixed in it, too, was certainly felt.
"I just made a 'cocktail'."
"You don't think that's ridiculous to mix potion and booze together"
"Totally. Potion and booze, nothing bad. Mixing in the first place is the flavor of 'cocktails'. I think it's more ridiculous to stop thinking and decide this shouldn't be happening."
If I were grand, it would still be Cecil who would be frightened.
Of course. I'm sure of what I've done.
I believe the 'cocktail' I made is delicious. At least that's what I believe.
"………………"
Cecil stares at the glass, as she did, in what could be described as a certain arrogance.
But I can't move.
It's not a bad idea to get lost in full like this, but then the [keel] warms up because of it.
I was just worried about what I'd say and encourage.
"Hmm. From what I've just seen, is this the nostalgia of the 'White Oak' room manager?
Its provocative words echoed the tense space.
Who, there's not even room to think.
Unfortunately, there is only one person who can put such a lame word into his mouth.
"... what about you?
"Guinura Sansi, the one from 'Aurantiaca'"
But Guinura's attitude looked different from the usual nasty one. Looking straight at Cecil, he is pinning his spine out.
When I hear Guinura's name, Cecil's expression is distorted.
"'Aurantiaca' … did you also expose yourself to ugliness at the earlier review?"
…………
"Why don't you say something?
"Excuse me. Only my mouth was stunned by big things."
I knew Cecil had come to mind with words like that little fool.
Guinura sees the condition cool and then throws up.
"I don't like the man, and I don't even admit to 'cocktails'. I can say that I am in the same position as you on that point"
"... Then why did you pinch your mouth?
"Because I couldn't see the ugliness of a human being in the same position. I wonder what you're afraid of."
Cecil reacted with Pickle to the word scared.
Did Guinura also feel the response, overlapping even less temperate words.
"You're frustrated by what you said earlier. Your beliefs are much better. But don't you realize it's thin? I'm not surprised how a human who has never met a 'cocktail' can be so big."
…………
"If this degree is' white oak ', then yes, there is not a single thing to learn in a place like this. Even if you leave it alone, you'll just be eliminated by' Aurantiaca 'sooner or later"
"... if I may say so"
Guinura had a chilling grin on Cecil, who tried to eat and hang on Guinura.
"I think you're wrong. You should face it now."
Ahead of what Guinura pointed to, a quietly shaking red and black liquid.
Quietly, it's one answer I gave you.
"... I know"
And as he had decided, Cecil took the glass.
Still lodging my strays in my eyes, still putting a lot of effort into those fingers......
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(Stupid)
The moment it was contained in his mouth, no, Cecil's brain had already complained of discord at the fragrance stage.
It should have been a cheap white wine with just a strong acidity.
There are no shards of depth from the fragrance, it should have been just a substitute for twinkling.
I had a heavy sweet scent of what that meant.
The nose admits it. While consciously denying it, it was a flavor beyond imagination that would spread if included in the mouth.
The acidity that seemed to sting the tung and tongue slaps the tongue gently with its horns scraped.
What comes on the waves as it is is the soft sweetness that makes the rough image of a badly made white wine more and more polished.
Like the young man said, it's Cassis's, deeply aromatic richness that rides his tongue. The natural acidity of Cassis hives and it is the fruity sweetness that brings out its depth.
Some of the flavors that spread across the tongue also linger on the tannins of white wine. The acidity and roughness that was supposed to spread when it was nagging are all followed by the flavor of cassis.
It's compatible.
Cecil didn't know. Cassis and grapes. That the two fruits are so compatible.
That those two intersecting pull each other together so much.
More importantly, it is not too sweet.
The "cassis liqueur" used by the youth is quite sweet. It's not hard to imagine that.
Nonetheless, the feeling of drinking passing through my throat is surprisingly refreshing.
From the moment I put it in my mouth until now the forgotten acidity pushes away the sweetness at the end to complete the world on my tongue.
A world of red and sweet temptation and a sharp world of white and refreshing.
The two worlds mix together to sow a number of sensual seeds in Cecil's tongue.
To sprout them, Cecil includes nature and another bite. I even wish to deny the miracle on my tongue that just happened.
But the floods you visit will not fulfill that aspiration.
Cecil even remembers to be in a hurry even though she has less fluid in her hands.
And you realize it.
That the young man in front of you has a sincere nymphomaniac grin.
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There are many anecdotes about a cocktail called [Keel].
This was born about the end of World War II, in the French region of Burgundy - the city of Dijon, its central city.
It appears that wine shipments were stretched after the end of World War II, and the city, also renowned as a wine region, was in a financially painful position.
At that time, the then mayor, Felix Keel, said he had devised cocktails with local specialities, 'cassis liqueurs' and 'wine', to revitalize the region.
Apparently the name [Keel] was taken from the mayor's name.
The white wine used at that time was a sour wine made from a grape called Aligote.
And when it spread to Japan, he said there was another anecdote.
It's that this cocktail spread from the restaurant, not the bar.
It was in the 1970s that wines spread to Japan, when Japanese bars dealt in particular with 'high frequencies of western wine'.
And the less frequent 'wines' were not seen as western wines to be lined up.
In those times, [Keel] showed signs of fashion around restaurants.
The bar broke into two parts at the time.
There were bartenders who conservatively refused to recognize wine and those who aggressively incorporated wines and wine-based cocktails.
The latter bartender seemed to have a relatively large number of young people.
What wines are currently treated like in Japanese bars is natural given the changing times.
Serving this cocktail to him could be like a kind of 'attachment'.
Think of the [keel] created in a painful place, both economically and contextually, as a swim.
With the intention that restaurants that incorporate new things are sometimes ahead of their time rather than bars that specialize in alcohol.
As it makes you imply 'potion' and 'cocktail'.
"How about that?
I thought it was a nasty question myself.
His expression spoke more eloquently than words about what he thought of the unknown in front of him.
Still, I'm childish and you ask him.
From his mouth, I wanted to hear the words clearly.
"... let's admit my loss here"
"It's not, is it? I told you."
"... oh. It was delicious."
I smiled with my face and gasped with my heart.
Of course, there is the delight of being told that it is delicious and in itself. But the words that follow are more important.
Cecil bows her head lightly and says slurred and apologetic words.
"It's a promise. Let's correct it. It was my fault that I denied her without knowing about Sui Vermut. Sorry."
"... unexpectedly, you're so sorry"
"I don't want to deny her anything."
It was surprising that I apologized so much there because I had the impression that I was a stiff head person.
But the words that followed renewed that impression.
"But my position remains the same. I can't admit this as a 'potion'"
The clearly said word of denial did not strike me as strange.
"Somehow, you felt like they were gonna say that."
"Well, I'm not going to bend what you call a cocktail."
Well, I guess so. Because he ended up just saying 'cocktails' are delicious.
That's probably why I wanted him to drink [Keel].
"I'm not just going to stop spreading 'cocktails'"
"Then I shall deny my beliefs as long as they last"
Cecil unequivocally affirmed, and turned to Holly.
"Holly. If you... No, I don't know exactly what Dr. Appalachian expects. But the deadline for the interim announcement is imminent. Don't forget that."
"... I know, Senior Cecil"
The interaction between the two was only slightly impressive. Holly calls Cecil a senior from earlier.
Is it also a cause I don't know about for these two?
The question in me doesn't go away, Cecil turns to the exit. But he didn't leave, and he looked back at me with his hand on the door.
"............ I'm not willing to admit 'cocktails' as' potions' but I'm pretty sure I thought it was funny. I look forward to the day when you say," I'm here. "
"Then I will try not to"
"Hmm. And of" Aurantiaca, "Mr. Guinura."
Speaking to Cecil, Guinura trembled victoriously, sooner or later she was back in the circle of people with her sleaze.
He turns to Cecil while shrinking his shoulders slightly more than earlier.
"... what is it?
"Sure, I was, at some point, timid. Thanks for letting me know."
"............... is that right?"
"Not my brother-in-law I could have said, but hopefully I will learn fully"
Cecil smiled sarcastically and finally left.
Where he left off, finally, the tension on this occasion loosened.
"Total! What was that?!? Make it for me too!
As soon as I loosened up, the voice of a girl I knew well sounded.
When I looked at you, no, I didn't have to look, and the gaze on the spot was gathering at me.
"............... you guys want a drink?
"" "Of course" "
Then I took the time to create a [keel] for the number of people on the spot.
... so what the hell are you, Guinura, who is well mixed up?
You didn't admit it earlier, or you said something cool.