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by Darkseide 2/27/2017, 12:34 amWine. Wine always aged. And it was the age of it that mattered. The older the better. The more well made, the better. These were the Voyages of Trinity's nose, to identify the smells, and each part of the taste. To boldly state them confidently, where no other Demi-Goddess has done before! And she wrinkled her nose at the smell of the latest batch from home, trying to resist the urge to gag.
"Ugh, Mother. This stuff reeks. Why did Dad let them make this." Closing her eyes, and holding her breath, she'd take a sip, trying to identify the parts of the flavors, and how strong each of them were. Which, she promptly failed to do. "I'm going to hope this was a joke, because this is nasty. I'll have to save some of this and offer it to Dad at dinner tonight. Maybe it'll taste like a failed soda to him..."
"Ugh, Mother. This stuff reeks. Why did Dad let them make this." Closing her eyes, and holding her breath, she'd take a sip, trying to identify the parts of the flavors, and how strong each of them were. Which, she promptly failed to do. "I'm going to hope this was a joke, because this is nasty. I'll have to save some of this and offer it to Dad at dinner tonight. Maybe it'll taste like a failed soda to him..."
