3.
“Check this out!” he said, handing the wine glass to Judit.
She gazed thoughtfully at the deep, crimson-colored liquid. She then took the glass from him, the bowl of it round and wide in her hand, and slowly lifted the brim to her nose. She held it like this with her eyes closed, concentrating on the scent wafting from the glass. She had completely zoned out and hadn’t noticed the conversation around her taper off.
“Truffle. Earth. Bilberry. Strawberry… maybe. Not the garden variety type, but the smaller, wild ones. Earth. A strong soil scent,” she listed slowly, and opened her eyes.
“You’re amazing. Will you taste it?”
“You know I don’t like wine,” Judit said, shaking her head. “If I’m required to, I’ll taste it. But only if you don’t know what description to write on the label,”
