i hate wine. i’d never drink any sort of wine. it tastes bad. one time i had too much wine. my first time i believe. boy was that a bad night. my friend steve was asking me how many pieces there are in a snowman. this was happening while i puked in the toilet. boy that steve is a joker. no wine for me. never.
beautiful, red and delicate. It has such a strong yet subtle taste. The warmth that it makes you feel inside, the glow it gives is unquantifiable. I love the smooth yet sometimes dry texture it has. Then there is rose a beauty that is even hire than red or white wine. The fragrance it has, the blossomy taste. Ummm, I love wine.
wine with dinner is an absolute must. Wine can enhance any food. It is a noble drink to sip upon – not for chugging. Beer is for chugging. Wine can give a light lunch a new intensity and can complement many meals.
Bitter and purple, it slides down her throat like a late night visitor. The french doors swing in the breeze and she tips back in her chair, thinking about all the things she’s going to do.
wine is tasty. it reminds me of rome or italy. my parents drink wine. well atleast my mom does. its gross to me. it looks good though. i love the look of white wine. hmm. what else is there to say about wine? it comes from grapes. which is really weird. wine orchards i think there are. this is kinda hard to write about cause i dont know much about wine.
My eyes swiftly shut, savoring the luxurious taste. Fancy, yet simple; that combonation is rare enough. The sweet balm scent was surprising, but it soon enough settled in.
The soft touch came across my lips. The sweet, yet entergetic feeling buzzed through me. I set the wine glass down, closing my eyes, taking the sensational taste in. It felt like home.
wine to taste. earlier i was sure i wouldn’t get the chance. just to taste again was one of the last thoughts on my mind. i was worried my life wouldn’t last much longer than an hour.
the room had been dark all day, with the smell of gunpowder in the air.
the next morning, i could still taste the sticky pinot grigio from the night before. was i alone? i heard the toilet flush and the sink turn on. i hadn’t seen him in ages before last night.
HE TOOK A SIP OF THE COOL, WHITE WINE. LICKING HIS LIPS HE LEANED OVER AND GENTLY KISSED THE TOP OF THE SLEEPING FORM BESIDE HIM. HOW THEY HAD GOT INTO THIS SITUATION HE DID NOT KNOW BUT WAS VERY GLAD THEY HAD. HE HEARD HIS PHONE RING DOWNSTAIRS AND SIGHED PULLED HIS BATHROBE TO HIM AND WENT DOWN THE WOODEN STEPS TO COLLECT IT.
Her glass of wine dropped slowly to the carpet and stained it red. Her heart sunk in disbelief. His decisions affected everyone, how could he have been so selfish and blind?
i love to sit with a large bowled glass of deep, red wine – mellow, warming, delicious on the palate; I’m sitting on a terrace looking out on a setting sun – warm within and without.
Wine is an alcoholic beverage typically made of fermented grape juice. The natural chemical balance of grapes is such that they can ferment without the addition of sugars, acids, enzymes or other nutrients. Wine is produced by fermenting crushed grapes using various types of yeast. Yeast consumes the sugars found in the grapes and converts them into alcohol. Different varieties of grapes and strains of yeasts are used depending on the type of wine being produced. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wine
cheese was everywhere, and apples and pears, as we entered the cavernous winery cellar with friends to sample the recent years’ fare. autumn crispy weather would meet us outside as we exited, full, and happy
The blood red wine dripped from her lips as she gulped rather than sipped. She wanted that high, they high you get from the first glass, and then the crash and burn after the third or fourth. When her skin starts to flush and she has to turn the air conditioning up a notch.
Fruity,colorful. I like mine sweet. How bout you? Soothing and relaxing is what you feel when you consume a nice glass with a friend. Makes socializing more merrier and lets you open up to see beyind that wall some put up on their true feelings. White
Wine is a nice thing to drink, which is made out of grape “juice”. It has a alcohol procent higher than beer, and mainly old people drink it. I personally don’t like wine
is something I do not drink. Maybe it’s just me, I’ve never been a fan of wine. But then, I’m not a fan of alcohol, I’d much rather have a nice glass of something else. Part of me hopes to grow to enjoy wine, since it would fit my personality. I can see me sat in a cafe sipping wine from a glass.
i hate wine. i’d never drink any sort of wine. it tastes bad. one time i had too much wine. my first time i believe. boy was that a bad night. my friend steve was asking me how many pieces there are in a snowman. this was happening while i puked in the toilet. boy that steve is a joker. no wine for me. never.
beautiful, red and delicate. It has such a strong yet subtle taste. The warmth that it makes you feel inside, the glow it gives is unquantifiable. I love the smooth yet sometimes dry texture it has. Then there is rose a beauty that is even hire than red or white wine. The fragrance it has, the blossomy taste. Ummm, I love wine.
wine is the universal metaphor for improving with age, the word perfectly embodies the perfection attainable at the end of a long, long time.
wine with dinner is an absolute must. Wine can enhance any food. It is a noble drink to sip upon – not for chugging. Beer is for chugging. Wine can give a light lunch a new intensity and can complement many meals.
Bitter and purple, it slides down her throat like a late night visitor. The french doors swing in the breeze and she tips back in her chair, thinking about all the things she’s going to do.
wine, rich, jesus. yeah.alchol.i didn’t spell that right. i like it. can’t drink too much.peace
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The sensational balm came surprising to me after a single sip of the luxurious wine. I swiftly shut my eyes, taking the new feeling in.
wine is tasty. it reminds me of rome or italy. my parents drink wine. well atleast my mom does. its gross to me. it looks good though. i love the look of white wine. hmm. what else is there to say about wine? it comes from grapes. which is really weird. wine orchards i think there are. this is kinda hard to write about cause i dont know much about wine.
My eyes swiftly shut, savoring the luxurious taste. Fancy, yet simple; that combonation is rare enough. The sweet balm scent was surprising, but it soon enough settled in.
The soft touch came across my lips. The sweet, yet entergetic feeling buzzed through me. I set the wine glass down, closing my eyes, taking the sensational taste in. It felt like home.
I brought wine home and everybody drank it like there is no tomorrow~!
wine to taste. earlier i was sure i wouldn’t get the chance. just to taste again was one of the last thoughts on my mind. i was worried my life wouldn’t last much longer than an hour.
the room had been dark all day, with the smell of gunpowder in the air.
the next morning, i could still taste the sticky pinot grigio from the night before. was i alone? i heard the toilet flush and the sink turn on. i hadn’t seen him in ages before last night.
HE TOOK A SIP OF THE COOL, WHITE WINE. LICKING HIS LIPS HE LEANED OVER AND GENTLY KISSED THE TOP OF THE SLEEPING FORM BESIDE HIM. HOW THEY HAD GOT INTO THIS SITUATION HE DID NOT KNOW BUT WAS VERY GLAD THEY HAD. HE HEARD HIS PHONE RING DOWNSTAIRS AND SIGHED PULLED HIS BATHROBE TO HIM AND WENT DOWN THE WOODEN STEPS TO COLLECT IT.
red glass biottle getting very drunk out and about in paris its pretty cool really, under the eiffel tower and the wine costs like 1
Her glass of wine dropped slowly to the carpet and stained it red. Her heart sunk in disbelief. His decisions affected everyone, how could he have been so selfish and blind?
wine is a drink!
i love to sit with a large bowled glass of deep, red wine – mellow, warming, delicious on the palate; I’m sitting on a terrace looking out on a setting sun – warm within and without.
wine is something that KILLS brain cells
the red glasses,
a starry moment,
forget your lies,
and drink your crimes,
a glass of wine.
Du nipptest an dem Wein, ich schielte
Wine is an alcoholic beverage typically made of fermented grape juice. The natural chemical balance of grapes is such that they can ferment without the addition of sugars, acids, enzymes or other nutrients. Wine is produced by fermenting crushed grapes using various types of yeast. Yeast consumes the sugars found in the grapes and converts them into alcohol. Different varieties of grapes and strains of yeasts are used depending on the type of wine being produced.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wine
cheese was everywhere, and apples and pears, as we entered the cavernous winery cellar with friends to sample the recent years’ fare. autumn crispy weather would meet us outside as we exited, full, and happy
The blood red wine dripped from her lips as she gulped rather than sipped. She wanted that high, they high you get from the first glass, and then the crash and burn after the third or fourth. When her skin starts to flush and she has to turn the air conditioning up a notch.
whine me drink grape good gooood gooood
drink red white alcohol drunk rose france
Plum wine, semi-sweet, lovely!
he invited me to his house to drink as usual a botlle of wine..then make love and dance in the dark…and probably for the last time over in our lives…
April Wine. :P
Woop woop!
ox
The sounds of drunken frivolity filled the air. A girl in the corner screeched shrilly when someone dump their wine on her.
full-bodied, sparkling, blood-red, coagulated, rich, sensual, spicy, flavoured, and the vineyard
The taste of success may be damaged by the over-ripening of the grapes.. what was, is, but not necessarily.
It was bad, it was very bad. The wine could not have been darker or deeper in color. Her dress was as brillient as sun bleached sand.
Fruity,colorful. I like mine sweet. How bout you? Soothing and relaxing is what you feel when you consume a nice glass with a friend. Makes socializing more merrier and lets you open up to see beyind that wall some put up on their true feelings. White
Wine is a nice thing to drink, which is made out of grape “juice”. It has a alcohol procent higher than beer, and mainly old people drink it. I personally don’t like wine
wine is the elixir of life
the drink that brings you the happiness
you are in need of
the parent of thruth
I like white wine. It’s nectar!
is something I do not drink. Maybe it’s just me, I’ve never been a fan of wine. But then, I’m not a fan of alcohol, I’d much rather have a nice glass of something else. Part of me hopes to grow to enjoy wine, since it would fit my personality. I can see me sat in a cafe sipping wine from a glass.
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