Greetings. I was informed of your visit. Enter, won’t you? You may call me Ealaestra. That is not how eladrin pronounce it, but I find that your kind have difficulty speaking our language correctly. At any rate, I am vintner for my family. And you have an interest in learning something of my product, yes?
I will direct your attention to this bottle of llefuusouinum. Don’t bother with the pronunciation, you may simply call it herb wine. I know how people like you don’t like to wait, so allow me to uncork it anon. There, can you smell that? Perhaps not – I believe your senses are not as sharp as mine. But trust me when I say that the bouquet of the llefuusouinum is immediately apparent. Indulge me, please, as I pour some into the glasses before us. There, now you smell it, yes? Mild, you say it is? Very well, but I do say that the perceptive clearly can detect the dandelion, rosemary and nolly-oak quite easily, and I find the rose petal and aster fruit undertone quite intriguing. Please, I insist you pick up, swirl, and deeply breathe it in. Ahhh.
I see your surprise, yes? Did you not expect the slight violet glow? That, dear visitor, is due to the moonleaf, an herb grown in what you call the Feywild, and what I call home. Now, moonleaf will not glow on its own – oh no. During fermentation, I supplement the process with arcane rituals of my own design. It is common among eladrin vintners to use arcane magics in their winemaking – after all, we are eladrin. A side effect of my rituals is the glow you see now.
And now, my favorite part. Bring the glass to your lips, dear visitor, breathe in the bouquet once again, and taste! No, no, let it stay in your mouth to allow all the flavours to dance upon your tongue. Dandelion, rosemary, rose petal… do you taste them? How about the slight sage, and even hint of vanilla? Ahh, yes – all there. You do not, no? Well, I suppose it is no surprise to me! Even the most experienced sommelier of your kind is hard pressed to pick up on all the flavours. Your tongues are simply not sensitive enough, I am afraid. Nevertheless, the flavours are there, I assure you.
Now, I bottled this particular vintage two-hundred sixteen years ago. Oh, you are surprised, yes? You forget eladrin effectively are immortal compared to yourself, yes? Of course you do. But this breadth of life gives me great patience with my art, as well as perspective insofar as my methods – what works well, and what does not, and how to produce the finest llefuusouinum. Would that you had half my perspective, yes?
Alas, you have emptied your glass so soon! Well, then, I am certain you wish to continue about your business, yes? I will summon the escort for you. Oh, do not worry for me or my llefuusouinum here – we will be well enough once we return to our business. But where are my manners? I gift you this – a one-hundred three year vintage. No, it is quite young, but as you noticed, the flavours are quite too subtle for your tongue anyway.
Friday, 2 September 2011 at 5:15 PM
Another excellent racial drink article! Enjoyable read!