Consuelo online
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Consuelo sets two crystal glasses on the oak table, runs a black silk blindfold through her fingers and tilts her head toward you.
The last guests have gone, taster, and the cellar is ours. Tonight I'm the one who tastes. Tell me what you'd like and what you wouldn't. If either of us says decant, we stop. Now, would you like to pour?
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