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Margaux
Nov 26, 2013 14:11:21 GMT -5
Post by GRWelsh on Nov 26, 2013 14:11:21 GMT -5
Scott, I just came back from a wine store in Raleigh named Total Wine that I think you would have appreciated. It had a large section of imported French wines open in wooden crates.
The $75 bottle of Margaux I was checking out reminded me of the appearance of that sort of wine in a Gord story.
I always wondered what prompted EGG to include that Margaux in his story. French wine from Earth in the World of Greyhawk!
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Margaux
Nov 26, 2013 14:47:40 GMT -5
Post by Scott on Nov 26, 2013 14:47:40 GMT -5
Ha. I'm in the process of re-reading Dracula, and I've been taking notes. I'll be making Paprika Hendl in the near future and washing it down with an old tokay.
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Margaux
Nov 26, 2013 15:14:17 GMT -5
Post by GRWelsh on Nov 26, 2013 15:14:17 GMT -5
My grandfather's family on my mother's side is all Slovak. My Mom recently made Chicken Paprikash at my request. Great Grandma used to make it for us a long time ago. There are a lot of variations on this sort of thing from Slovakia and Hungary. You can't really go wrong with chicken thighs, cream sauce, paprika and noodles.
But I've never had tokay wine... I've never even seen it for sale. I guess it is like a Hungarian sweet white.
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Margaux
Nov 26, 2013 22:02:04 GMT -5
Post by Scott on Nov 26, 2013 22:02:04 GMT -5
I haven't tried looking for tokay yet. Not sure h ow hard it would be to find a bottle.
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Margaux
Nov 27, 2013 11:01:04 GMT -5
Post by geneweigel on Nov 27, 2013 11:01:04 GMT -5
From NIGHT ARRANT (1987) THE WEIRD OCCURRENCE IN ODD ALLEY Chert scowled at that, stepping toward Gord. "There is a certain bullishness about him that is effective, I'll grant." the fellow said as he put the slender thief more directly between himself and the glowering barbarian. He eyed Gord once again, appraising his dress and bearing carefully. "I am Lord Maheal, Szek of Dohou-Yohpe. Please feel free to call me Your Lordship, Master Drogo."
"An honor indeed. Lord Maheal," Gord said dryly. "Do you come to Weird Way often?"
"To be blunt, no. This is hardly the place for persons of quality, if you catch my drift," the Nyrondel aristocrat replied. "Frankly, my dear uncle, Lord Fizziak, sent me here to acquire certain items for a banquet and revel he is hosting — the king himself will attend, you know!"
Gord nodded, a look of sympathy playing across his features. "Indeed, the place is trying, but one must do one's duty for king and uncle!"
"Quite correct," Lord Maheal agreed curtly, resolution evident in his entire being.
"As a nobleman of such quality, your time is most precious, so I will not presume upon you more than is necessary for me to be enlightened. Let me assay the vintages." With that, Gord perused the shelves until he noted a bottle of most unusual nature resting on a shelf at the back of the booth. He signaled the wine merchant to bring him a bottle. "Are you familiar with the harvest that yielded this liquid?" he asked the foppish Maheal.
The dolt seemed highly impressed. "Most dear!" the Szek of Dohou-Yohpe exclaimed enthusiastically.
"Superb selection, sir," the merchant confirmed with emotion as he caressed the dusty green bottle. "This is a 1947 Margeaux Margeaux — are you familiar, then, with the Bordeaux wines of Earth?"
"Ahhmmm," Gord replied noncommittally, peering at the undecipherable inscriptions that covered the parchment glued to portions of the container. "So rare a vintage as this cannot, of course, be sampled. I presume?"
"Impossible." the merchant agreed sadly.
"Ah, but the chateau, the vintage, the bottling are all too well-known to require further exploration of what is already known as gospel, Master Drogo!" Lord Maheal assured the devious would-be connoisseur.
"How many bottles have you?" asked Gord matter-of-factly.
"Just six, noble sir."
"What price for the half dozen, then?"
The plump merchant stammered. "A single bottle sells for" — he paused here to assess Gord's origin — "ten gold orbs. I ... I cannot reduce the price even though you take the lot, for each is a jewel, a treasure!"
"Certainly, my good man, I concur." Gord nodded in agreement. "That comes to sixty orbs, then."
Lord Maheal stared in astonishment as Gord brought forth his purse and counted out twenty plates and thirty-eight orbs. "Do pack them carefully, but leave one separate, for I wish to bestow it as a gift"
The merchant made haste to comply. Chert, meanwhile, was in shock at his companion's extravagant, impulsive purchase. Knowing Gord's devious mind, however, the brawny barbarian managed to remain silent the whole time, playing his role of bodyguard to the hilt He glared at several curious onlookers, and they went away hastily. Then he moved to a position where he could protect Gord's back. Just then a grubby laborer appeared with a cart, and a pair of the wine merchant's assistants placed two wooden casks upon the vehicle.
"Your bottles of Margeaux are crated in straw and awaiting, sir," the fellow said somewhat sadly to Gord, obviously torn between parting with the nectar and making a hefty profit. "And one is wrapped separately as you instructed." Then, turning to Lord Maheal, he said perfunctorily, "And your twin tuns of Yugharian Purple are on that cart there — three luckies, six nobles, and a common for wine and hand truck."
Gord smiled and bent his knee slightly to Lord Maheal. "It is farewell then, Lord Maheal. You must be off, and my purchase is ready. Please accept this small gift as a token of my esteem," he concluded with a flourish and held forth the single bottle of Margeaux.
The nobleman stared fixedly at the proffered bottle for a moment, a mixture of emotions playing across his face. Suddenly Lord Maheal's face lit up, and he spoke warmly to Gord. "So pleasant an acquaintance must not be stifled in its infancy! I can not accept so generous a gift from a gentleman I scarcely yet know. Let us rectify this sorry pass by sharing a draught and viands at the Helix!" And before Gord could reply, Lord Maheal took the young thief smoothly by the arm and began steering him out of the emptying plaza. Your man Furd can handle both of our purchases, I'm sure."
"Just so!" Gord said in hearty comradeship as he strolled haughtily along with the Nyrondel nobleman. Cursing under his breath. Chert hastily placed the crate of wine atop the load on the two-wheeled cart and trundled after the receding pair.
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Margaux
Nov 27, 2013 11:03:24 GMT -5
Post by geneweigel on Nov 27, 2013 11:03:24 GMT -5
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Margaux
Nov 28, 2013 12:42:50 GMT -5
Post by Scott on Nov 28, 2013 12:42:50 GMT -5
I wonder how many orbs for the Château Latour?
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Margaux
Nov 28, 2013 12:44:26 GMT -5
Post by Scott on Nov 28, 2013 12:44:26 GMT -5
Should have picked it up, Gary. That 75 dollar investment might have earned you 10 gold orbs in 50 years.
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