A Fine Wine
"Extraordinary! Quite, quite extraordinary!"
Daniel Appleby did not often use such words to describe the wines he tasted. The other man in the room was waiting to see if he liked this one or not. His future depended on what Daniel Appleby said - if he liked the wine it would be bought by one of the biggest supermarkets around. It would be sold everywhere. The man who owned the vineyard looked on nervously. His vineyard was small, but it was one of the oldest in the Bordeaux region of France. If he sold his wine, the business that had been in his family for over two hundred years would be saved.
Daniel Appleby held the glass to his nose and smelled the wine again. He lifted the glass to his nose and smelled the wine again. He lifted the glass up to the light from the window to see its colour better. He was the Chief Wine Taster for Happimart Supermarkets. If he liked a wine, the everybody bought it. If he didn't like a wine, nobody did. His word was like the judgement of God.
"You say you have been making this wine for the last two hundred years?' he asked the other man, Monsieur Colbert, a proud-looking man of over seventy years of age, whose hair was still as black as it had been when he was twenty.
"I am old but I am not that old, sir," Monsieur Colbert said with a little smile. "But my family has been making say so, this is the only vineyard in all of France to produce wine in this way. It is my secret."
Monsieur Cobert was hoping that his little joke might relax things a little.
Daniel Appleby took his profession very seriously. He was the best. He never, ever joked when he tasted wine. He might joke about other wine tasters at other times - in fact, he often did. But he never joked during a wine tasting. It was too important. He was too important. He held the glass up to the light once more and looked at the deep red colour before finally putting the glass onto the table in front of him. He had made up his mind.
"Monsieur Colbert," he said, as he placed his thumbs into the pockets of the red jacket he wore, the one that matched his tie so well. "You are to be congratulated : this is an exceptionally fine wine with a strong bouquet and a rich fruity flavour with suggestions of blackcurrant; a wine to go well with any game or red meat, or to be enjoyed on its own for its excellent and strong personality..."
Monsieur Colbert smiled with delight. This was just what he had hoped to hear.
"..... but," Daniel Appleby went on as he took out his glasses from the pocket of his expensive jacket and put them on again, "is this the right kind of wine for the customers of Happimart Supermarkets? They are used to wines that cannot compare with this quality. Their tastes are...er....less well-developed than those of people such as ourselves. I wonder if they would fully enjoy the would fully enjoy the finer qualities of this remarkable wine? I wonder if they would be prepared to pay more for such quality?"
The old man's smile disappeared. Monsieur Colbert was proud of his wine but he was not a rich man. He had to sell his wine or go out of business. He was getting old and he owed a lot of money. He needed money if he was to retire only son, Jacques, had died two years before. This could be their last chance.
"I promise you, Monsieur Appleby, that my wine is worth every franc; there is no better wine of this type in the region!"
Daniel Appleby smiled and picked up the glass again, holding it up against his fleshy nose and allowing the edge of the glass to brush against his fleshy nose and allowing the edge of the glass to brush against his neat sandy moustache. He breathed in deeply throught his nose and sighed.
"Ah, you are right, Monsieur Colbert - this is one of the best wines I have ever tasted!" He stopped for a moment to think of the numreous examples of wine that had passed his lips. This was by far the fines, none of the others could compare with it. And it would be great to add this to the Happimart wine list, his wine list. But it would have to be on his terms, of course.
"But," he continued, "there is little demand for expensive vine wines - not in our type of supermarkets. Oh, there are wealthy men who will always pay for quality, that is true. But are there enough, Monsieur Colbert, are there enough? The customer of today is the ordinary shopper, not he rich man. And there are a great many more ordinary shoppers than there are millionaires; the shoppers are the ones who make our money for us, Monsieur, and we have to please them, you can be sure of that."
"Just what exactly are you saying, Monsieur Appleby? Are you refusing to buy my wine because it is too good?"
ไวน์"พิเศษ มาก ค่อนข้างพิเศษ" แอปเปิ้ลบี Daniel ไม่ได้มักจะใช้คำดังกล่าวเพื่ออธิบายไวน์เขาลิ้มรสการ คนอื่น ๆ ในห้องที่รอดูถ้าเขาชอบคนนี้ หรือไม่ อนาคตขึ้นอยู่กับแอปเปิ้ลบี Daniel ว่า - ถ้าเขาชอบไวน์ มันจะซื้อ โดยหนึ่งในซุปเปอร์มาร์เก็ตที่ใหญ่ที่สุดใกล้ มันจะมีขายทุก คนที่เป็นเจ้าของทั้งทะเลมองคน องุ่นของเขาเล็ก แต่มันเป็นหนึ่งในแคว้นบอร์โดซ์ฝรั่งเศส ถ้าเขาขายไวน์ของเขา ธุรกิจที่ได้รับในครอบครัวกว่าสองร้อยปี จะสามารถบันทึก แอปเปิ้ลบี Daniel จัดแก้วจมูกของเขา และกลิ่นไวน์อีก เขายกแก้วกับจมูกของเขา และกลิ่นไวน์อีก เขายกแก้วขึ้นอยู่กับแสงจากหน้าต่างจะเห็นสีของมันดีกว่า เขา Taster ไวน์ประธานในซูเปอร์มาร์เก็ต Happimart ถ้าเขาชอบไวน์ ทุกคนที่ซื้อมัน ถ้าไม่ชอบไวน์ ไม่มีใครได้ คำของพระองค์เป็นเหมือนของพระเจ้า "คุณบอกว่า คุณมีการทำไวน์นี้สองร้อยปี? " เขาถามแบบคนอื่น ๆ Monsieur กอลแบร์ คนดูภูมิใจกว่าเซเว่นตี้ปีอายุ ผมเป็นยังสีดำเหมือนเคยเมื่อยี่สิบ "ฉันเก่า แต่ผมไม่ว่าเก่า รัก, " กอลแบร์ Monsieur กล่าว ด้วยรอยยิ้มเล็ก ๆ "แต่ครอบครัวของฉันได้รับการพูดดังนั้น นี้เป็นองุ่นเฉพาะในฝรั่งเศสไปผลิตไวน์ในลักษณะนี้ มันเป็นความลับของฉัน" Monsieur Cobert was hoping that his little joke might relax things a little. Daniel Appleby took his profession very seriously. He was the best. He never, ever joked when he tasted wine. He might joke about other wine tasters at other times - in fact, he often did. But he never joked during a wine tasting. It was too important. He was too important. He held the glass up to the light once more and looked at the deep red colour before finally putting the glass onto the table in front of him. He had made up his mind. "Monsieur Colbert," he said, as he placed his thumbs into the pockets of the red jacket he wore, the one that matched his tie so well. "You are to be congratulated : this is an exceptionally fine wine with a strong bouquet and a rich fruity flavour with suggestions of blackcurrant; a wine to go well with any game or red meat, or to be enjoyed on its own for its excellent and strong personality..." Monsieur Colbert smiled with delight. This was just what he had hoped to hear. "..... but," Daniel Appleby went on as he took out his glasses from the pocket of his expensive jacket and put them on again, "is this the right kind of wine for the customers of Happimart Supermarkets? They are used to wines that cannot compare with this quality. Their tastes are...er....less well-developed than those of people such as ourselves. I wonder if they would fully enjoy the would fully enjoy the finer qualities of this remarkable wine? I wonder if they would be prepared to pay more for such quality?" รอยยิ้มของคนหายไป กอลแบร์ Monsieur เป็นความภาคภูมิใจของไวน์ของเขา แต่เขาไม่ใช่คนรวย เขามี การขายไวน์ของเขาออกจากธุรกิจ เขาได้รับเก่า และเขาเป็นหนี้เงินเป็นจำนวนมาก เขาต้องการเงินถ้าจะถอนเฉพาะบุตร Jacques เสียชีวิต 2 ปีก่อน นี่อาจเป็นโอกาสสุดท้ายของพวกเขา "ผมสัญญาว่า คุณ แอปเปิ้ลบี Monsieur ที่ไวน์ของฉันเที่ยวทุก franc มีไวน์ชนิดนี้ในภูมิภาคไม่ดี" แอปเปิ้ลบี Daniel ยิ้ม และหูแก้วอีก จับขึ้นกับจมูกของเขา fleshy และให้ขอบของกระจกแปรงกับจมูกของเขา fleshy และให้ขอบของกระจกแปรงกับ moustache ทรายของเขาเรียบร้อย เขาคิดลึกหายใจจมูกของเขา และถอนหายใจ "Ah คุณอาจจะขวา Monsieur กอลแบร์ - นี้เป็นไวน์ดีที่สุดที่ฉันเคยได้ลิ้มรสอย่างใดอย่างหนึ่ง" เขาหยุดครู่คิดอย่าง numreous ของไวน์ที่ได้ผ่านริมฝีปากของเขา นี้ได้โดยปรับ ไม่มีผู้อื่นสามารถเปรียบเทียบกับ และมันจะดีนี้เพิ่มรายการ Happimart ไวน์ ไวน์ของเขา แต่มันจะต้องอยู่บนเงื่อนไขของเขา ของหลักสูตร "But," he continued, "there is little demand for expensive vine wines - not in our type of supermarkets. Oh, there are wealthy men who will always pay for quality, that is true. But are there enough, Monsieur Colbert, are there enough? The customer of today is the ordinary shopper, not he rich man. And there are a great many more ordinary shoppers than there are millionaires; the shoppers are the ones who make our money for us, Monsieur, and we have to please them, you can be sure of that." "Just what exactly are you saying, Monsieur Appleby? Are you refusing to buy my wine because it is too good?"
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