There are two ice cubes in the amber liquor.

When the glass was shaken gently, the crisp sound of the ice cubes colliding, mixed with the fragrance of the wine, emanated.

The middle-aged man was still wearing his green T-shirt, unshaven, leaning back on the large sofa.

He picked up the glass and took a sip.

The taste of wine is soft and mellow, elegant and timeless, with endless aftertaste.

I haven't had this kind of wine for many years.

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