Chapter 877 – #191_ Entertainment (2)

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One.
I tasted the whiskey the way Elloa had told me.

A sweet and bright blow that spreads in your mouth.
The body with a refreshing yet heavy corner and a smooth throat feel, followed by a complex and varied fragrance mixed with a hint of spice tickles the nasal passages.

“… Hmm…”
“What do you feel?”

Linnaeus had limited senses, and she had a natural sense of smell that rivaled that of a hound.
The sense of taste that was released after a long time of being sealed also far exceeded the ability of ordinary people.

Linne’s senses were very good at enjoying whiskey.

“The smell of flowers, cinnamon rising in the scent of grapes. The sugar that melted on the tip of the tongue, the bittersweet chocolate without sugar, and the unique burnt taste of espresso.”
“It’s quite right. It’s not easy to feel it from the beginning to there.”
“It’s overrated.”

Eloah nods her head in pure praise, and Linne shows humility.
To be honest, Rinne, who doesn’t have a good memory with alcohol, really liked this whiskey.

“Okay, let’s enjoy it like this.”

Elroa dripped water from a separate glass into Rinne’s whiskey glass with her eyedropper.

“What is this?”
“It is lukewarm water rich in minerals. If you mix water like this, the aroma that was locked up for a long time is revived. It’s not for nothing that people say that water is the best accompaniment to whiskey.”
“Hmm. As you said.”
“Witches think that alcohol made from barley and grain is not noble, but whiskey is a drink with more potential than wine. Would you like a drink?”

As she said, the whiskey mixed with water was much more colorful.

“Since you enjoyed single malt, why not try branded? Unlike single malt, blended is a whiskey that has been properly blended with various undiluted spirits.”
“There is still alcohol left.”
“It’s okay, didn’t you know that and prepared several glasses? Please wait a moment.”

Having said that, Elroa ran off to somewhere, and she brought a large, wide bottle that had been stored in the hardest-to-reach place.

Her color was so dark that it seemed black compared to the whiskey she had just seen.

“Glenlivet 1943 Whiskey Decanter. It’s something you drink when you’re happy, but today I’m posting it for you who are new to the world of whiskey.”
“…”

She had a happy expression on her face that was not enough to express her satisfaction with Elroa, who was holding the bottle with care.
Her cheeks are as flushed as the color of her beautiful hair.

I know it’s good to share a hobby.
But is this something she’ll be so happy about? Rinne is embarrassed.

“I will be grateful.”

Once received and drank.

This was also a feast of amazing aromas, tastes, and flavors enough to be ecstatic.
As much as the expressionless Rinne opened her eyes.

“It’s better than a little while ago.”
“I can’t say it’s the price that determines the taste, but it’s 5 times the price of what I drank earlier.”
“Right.”

This time, Rinne mixed a little water with her hands and sipped it again.

It is interesting.
Does it feel like playing with paint with taste and smell?
More than expected, it was a good experience to be intuitive with the ‘homework’ that Siu asked Rinne.

“Okay, next is American distilled bourbon.”
“Does the taste change just by distilling it in America?”

“No, it’s generally grain whiskey distilled from corn. Another difference is that they use a new oak barrel that has been charred once inside.”

In addition, the knowledge related to alcohol borrowed from Eloa’s mouth also served as a good snack.

“There is a downside that the scent is monotonous because there is no scent accumulated in the oak barrel, but the brewing environment itself is an environment where moisture evaporates easily, so it has a concentrated taste.”

As she said, the bourbon whiskey had a slightly burnt taste, a strong vanilla scent and leathery scent, and a strong caramel scent that came to mind.
The jaw-dropping feeling that is emphasized over the sweetness gave it a heavy body.

“I like it.”
“Now, try this too. It’s peet whiskey, so it has a unique scent, but you might like it. Once you taste it, you will find only this. Especially when eaten with oysters, there is no other delicacy like this.”

Elroa pours a new whiskey into a new glass before Linnaeus sets her glass down.

-Sniffling

This time, Rinne is drinking alcohol with a calm demeanor.

“It’s unique.”

It was a unique and refined scent that reminded me of naphthalene or disinfectant, but Linnaeus found the beauty of harmony and balance even in a scent that would have strong likes and dislikes.

Just as other witches receive talent in certain fields one by one, except for her magic, Linnaeus had her tongue and nose blessed with her thread.

Eloa smiled mischievously and laughed as if tickling.

“I didn’t know Pete could drink well. Don’t get me wrong, to be honest, you missed her frowning.”
“At least alcohol.”
“Should I say unexpected? She might be able to make good drinking buddies with you. I will come back often from now on.”
“I get it. Next time I come, I’ll bring a drink too.”

Since ancient times, alcohol has been an effective social stimulant.
Rinne also lightly raised the corner of her mouth and thanked her for her unexpected kindness.

“…”

How many types of whiskey have you tasted?
Of course, he didn’t drink the entire glass, but only tasted it, but Rinne hesitated at the faint feeling of dizziness.

Even in the midst of that, she seems to have had enough to drink, seeing that she feels lightly exhilarated and lively.
Since she has tasted different types of whiskey, it is enough for her to write in her diary.

She also forged a suitable friendship, although it was not the original purpose.
I’m about to get up from her seat…

– Tong, Tong, Tong, Tong

Eloa, who had arranged the broken whiskey on her table, brought a new bottle.

“Hmm? Are you going to wake up already? It was just the beginning.”
“…”

In addition, the number easily exceeded 10 bottles again.
Elloa sits next to Rinne as if it was uncomfortable pouring her a drink across the table.

“Well, I’m sorry, but I can’t help it. Don’t overdo it.”
“No. I will drink more.”

Although she thought it was a little overkill, there were three reasons Rinne kept her place.

The first is that while Elroa is being kinder than expected, it is not reasonable for her to coldly give up her place.
Second, as she said, she became interested in the profound and colorful world of capitalism.

“Lagavulin 37 years. It’s scotch whiskey. It has a long and complicated finish, so it’s like a natural drink that has a different aftertaste depending on how you drink it… Would you like to evaluate what kind of scent it smells?”
“Burnt, salt, decoction, dried grapes, spices, dark chocolate. Pretty bitter.”
“As expected. You seem to have a very sensitive sense of smell. Customers who know their worth are served with good wine.”

And the last third.
More than anything else, Eloah’s attitude was very frugal.

Even just talking about her impressions of her scent, she complimented me in a voice full of benevolence.

It must be because she was so intoxicated that she quietly chewed on her sentiments, which she would not normally have admitted because of her pride.

“This time, it’s Scotch. Springbank 50 years 1919. It does not go through cooling filtration, so its transparency is reduced, but it has a characteristic that the loss of aroma is small.
My recommendation is to mix 1 to 1 with water. For reference, 200 liters of alcohol were put into one barrel and aged, but after half a century of aging, only 24 bottles came out.”
“How much is a bottle like this?”

“I don’t know because I was given a gift. Oh, I looked it up and it’s like $50,000. Amount excluding tax. So what is your impression?”
“It was the most intense. It is unique that you can feel the slight pear scent.”

Rinne drank as much as Eloa gave her, at such a fast pace.

What is planned here?

Linnaeus is a witch, but she has poor drinking capacity.

This is not because of her simple constitution, but because the stigma of the ‘sword witch’ itself has developed in the direction of suppressing self-defense.
Only then will the curse of deficiency work in full condition.

Even if the curse of deficiency is removed thanks to Siwoo, the insufficient self-defense is not naturally supplemented.

In other words, Linnaeus is still an alcoholic crap.
She became a rare witch, the so-called Althra.

Even though Rinne only sipped sips, she drank whiskey with a high alcohol content at a fast pace.

It didn’t take long for the sword demon Rinne to become the red-eye Rinne.

“What scent did you feel this time?”
“Intense grape scent, lily flower, vanilla candy… Earthy smell. Also… Peaches and tangerines on the palate. The finish is the savory taste of sesame oil mixed with pepper.”
“It’s the savory taste of sesame oil mixed with pepper… That’s a unique interpretation. Would you like to try the next one?”
“…”

Rinne, who had narrowed her eyes, spat out a word curtly, as if dissatisfied with something.

“Compliment.”
“Hmm?”
“Praise more.”

Aside from her slightly curvy pronunciation, on the outside, Rinne didn’t look too drunk.
So Elroa’s judgment of the situation was a little slower.

“Praise more quickly. Like before.”
“… Well done. But didn’t she already praise it as an original interpretation… ?”
“More.”

Eloa, who was dumbfounded by Rinne’s strange behavior, was startled.

When did you get so close?

Apparently, he discovered that the distance between Rinne and Elroa, which had been separated by an inch of her hip, had narrowed at some point.

Eloa swallowed dry saliva in an unusual atmosphere.

She had been unintentionally (sometimes intentionally) peeking into this or that situation, and she even felt a foreboding that she might be peeking at something she shouldn’t have peeked at.

“Your five senses are wonderful. Being able to extract value from any whiskey is a blessed talent.”
“Is it?”
“That’s right. By the way, you seem very drunk, but how about we stop here for today?”
“…”

Who said that?
Alcohol doesn’t change a person, it shows the person’s true nature.

There was always a longing in Linnaeus’ heart.
It was a primordial longing associated with the memories of her days as an apprentice witch.

But Linnaeus always suppressed that desire.
She was, at best, all she had unleashed against Nanggun in her dreams.

But now that she was drunk, she was feeling Linnaeus.
If Siwoo fills up his reliable ‘fatherhood’, what Eloah feels is a warm and benevolent ‘motherhood’.

She had been in denial with all her might, so she didn’t even realize it, but her posture was not disturbed, and the already unconscious Linne was able to be a little more honest with herself.

In other words.

“Then stroke her hair as a compliment.”

It was that she was trying to satisfy her lack of maternal love by fooling around to her heart’s content.