Night then, Temps. And Darnley—without thinking—took his leave Italian style. There was a pause, however, before the second kiss, and in that intimate space was a 1937 Brunello di Montalcino. Decanted. And in that intimate space was something unvoiced. No more, sir. And war is over. You look very handsome, said Darnley before disappearing through the trees back up to the villa.
beautiful words and expressions that befit the beautiful brunello di montalcino wine...one of my favourites
