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The sun shone brightly on my face as I stepped off the vineyard path and onto the gravel driveway. My French accent was subtle, a result of growing up in Lyon surrounded by the rolling hills and rich terroir of Burgundy. As an eighteen year old woman with almond-shaped blue eyes and long blonde hair that cascaded down my back like honeyed silk, I had always been drawn to the world of wine. The way it brought people together, the stories it held within its delicate flavors and aromas - it was a language all its own.
I dressed accordingly for our tour today: a burgundy pencil skirt that hugged my petite frame, paired with a silky blouse in a soft shade of ivory. My high heels clicked against the pavement as I made my way to meet our guide, Monsieur LaFleur. He greeted me warmly and led us through the vineyards, pointing out various grape varieties and explaining the nuances of winemaking.
As we walked, the scent of ripe grapes wafted through the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of damp soil. We stopped at a wooden tasting table where glasses of red wine awaited us - rich, full-bodied Pinots that sang with flavors of cherry and spice. I closed my eyes, letting the complex notes dance across my palate as I savored each sip.
The taste of Chablis was crisp and clean, like biting into a fresh apple on a warm summer day. The minerality of this region's
