Antonio peered inside the vat, the smell of fermenting grape juice a rich, heady vapour filling his nostrils. It was nice, comforting, a known smell that spoke of good times, good friends, and good food.
Those were the typical smells of every wine he crafted.
What he really cared about was the atypical smell. Far harder to identify, more a feeling than a sensation, he sniffed and paused, sniffed and…
There. A slight hint of posh. This wine would be sold in exclusive high-end markets. As opposed to the vat he’d tested minutes before — that was going to Walmart.
Story Old = City Under Siege
Photo by Thomas Serer on Unsplash
Nice, France was a city under siege. The city’s fury was directed against a referee who didn’t penalize an opposing player for an injury-causing foul of their star player. People had taken to the streets, ready for violence. All it would take would be a single slight by a fan of the opposing team to ignite the city.
Perhaps it was inevitable that the trouble would be instigated by someone drunk on “fermented grape” as it’s known. The flames of anger spread quickly onto the streets, burning cars and breaking store windows, causing millions of euros in damage.
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