"I hope they are ready today!" I said, walking into the wine storage; I have been coming here every day for nearly three or every three days seeing the time difference.
More than four and half months passed outside since I have crafted these wines and stored them here to mature; fourteen months total, but the wine had not matured. It was extremely close when I checked last time three days ago, and I hope today will be the which.
I had hoped that last time too, and the time before that, but today is important; very important and the good wine would help a lot.
I appeared in front of the stacks of wine barrels, inhaling the wonderful woody smell mixed with the faint, aromatic smell of wine. It is just too good, compelling me to force open these barrels and take out this wonderful wine.
