wine-scent

Updated: May 26, 2025

And while he yet pondered a rubicund little man, with leathern apron dark with wine-stains girded about his portly waist, stood at his side looking up at him with twinkling eyes. “So, my friend, you think upon the wine, eh? Come and spend an hour with me and you shall taste it.” As he spoke a warm, sweet wine-scent rose like incense about him, making the peasant’s brain reel with delight.

Lewis Spence - Hero Tales and Legends of the Rhine