Eliot tastes the first glass of wine with interest. He'll drink pretty much anything in a pinch, but he actually has a rather sophisticated palate, and it's with some experience and knowledge that he judges the first mouthful.
"Oh, that's a nice summer vintage," he says, raising his eyebrows a bit. Perfect for drinking out on the porch, or overlooking the Seine. Not that he's ever been to France.
He watches the transformation of the wine to blue with a kind of amused interest. It's a cute gimmick, but he wonders if it's going to actually do much besides ruin the flavor of the more delicate wine. To his surprise, it doesn't, it's still quite nice, though he does prefer the first.
"Hmmm ... I think it loses a bit of the subtlety of the first, but still very pleasant," the magician opines. "I'd drink either, but the first I'd bring to a party."
No worries, I have totally done that, too.
"Oh, that's a nice summer vintage," he says, raising his eyebrows a bit. Perfect for drinking out on the porch, or overlooking the Seine. Not that he's ever been to France.
He watches the transformation of the wine to blue with a kind of amused interest. It's a cute gimmick, but he wonders if it's going to actually do much besides ruin the flavor of the more delicate wine. To his surprise, it doesn't, it's still quite nice, though he does prefer the first.
"Hmmm ... I think it loses a bit of the subtlety of the first, but still very pleasant," the magician opines. "I'd drink either, but the first I'd bring to a party."