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299 pages, Paperback
First published October 13, 2006
She filled the rest of the glass and turned it again to examine the bubbles. The flowed upward in a continuous stream, like tiny magical pearls, rising quickly but in a stately fashion commensurate with their age and stature.
Next she held the glass to her ear and listened to the bubbles chattering happily as they ascended.
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Then she put her nose to the glass and breathed in, deeply and happily. There were roses, yes – she could almost see them – and the smokiness of oak plus the roundness of freshly baked buttery madeleines. And was that a suggestion of citrus? A soupçon of earth?