Charles raised his glass to look at it. "A fine mahogany color with an amber surface." He brought it to his nose to smell the montant, the strongest aromas. "An abundant nose, not for the faint of heart." He swirled it gently and watched it coat the glass. He raised it again for the second nose, the full bouquet. "Vanilla, plum, and spices."
Charles waited until everyone had enjoyed the aromas. "The perfect sip is always the first."
"You're wrong, Angele said. "The perfect sip is the one you're sipping."
"With a long, deep aftertaste of prunes," Raoul said. "A far sight better than your young brandy in that country cask, you'll have to admit."
Painting is Renoir's Lunch at the Restaraunt Fournaise (1875). Another scene of conviviality, wine, food, and boating.