My senses draw in the waft of an almost sweet wooden flavor.
I can barely breathe until the cool rim of the glass touches my quivering lips; waiting for that moment.
The gift of the Gods washes down my throat.
My eyes close as it leaves me with a warm rush that reaches my chest and ensnares me with a burst of magic with every sip.
A first kiss with every touch of my lips...
A kiss of Chardonnay.