Part 02: Avaline Wine My Book Characters Would Drink IRL
My book Thirteen Emotions is a collection of short stories filled with sharp, stylish, and sassy main characters. Their wardrobes are on point and they know exactly what they want out of life. Well, most of the time. But one thing is for sure: they know what Avaline wine pairs best with their fabulous lifestyles.
In my short story Crossed in Love from my book Thirteen Emotions, Isabelle González is a force to be reckoned with. She left her comfort zone behind in Brooklyn and moved to Paris to pursue a career at Vogue. But that’s not all she left behind . . . Her first love, the man who “stomped all over her heart like a model on a Margiela runway” is in New York too. And their break-up was as bad as Timothée Chalamet’s last high-fashion magazine cover.
She’s smart, sassy, and seamlessly stylish. In everything she does. Which is why I think the wine Isabelle would drink is their sparkling white. It’s as effervescent as her personality. And even though betrayal is perhaps what bubbles to the surface when she meets Marcus again—on the sidewalk in Paris of all places!—her resentment eventually unfolds into something sweeter. Yet, of course, brut. Just like this bottle of sparkling white wine. Why not clink coupes and catch up with an old (yet still flickering) flame?
Part 02: Avaline Wine My Book Characters Would Drink IRL
The first pop of the cork sends a flurry of tiny bubbles racing to the surface. And when the glass meets your lips, Avaline sparkling wine delivers a crisp, clean fizz that wakes up the palate. Notes of crisp pear unfurl with a whisper of citrus zest, while a subtle finesse from Spanish grapes (parellada) keeps it smooth and restrained. Each sip feels effortless and polished, light enough to drink all evening yet layered enough to linger. Pairs well with: The sound of laughter and moments to remember. Oh, and did I mention it’s sugar-free and organic?
Here’s a snippet from Crossed in Love from my short story collection Thirteen Emotions, available worldwide wherever books are sold online:
Isabelle González had gone the better part of two years without any contact with Marcus Jordan, the love of her life, the man who had stomped all over her heart like a model on a Margiela runway.
And now here he was, standing in front of her in the middle of the street in Paris of all places, a most serendipitous encounter, calling her name. What were the odds? Isabelle did a rapid mental calculation: less likely than Chloë Sevigny hosting another wardrobe sale but more likely than a peplum trend resurgence. (Thank the fashion gods and the editors she worked with daily.)
“Isabelle?” His grassy eyes sparkled down at her like the most perfectly polished jade she’d ever seen—better than the earrings she’d bought on a trip to Hong Kong for the Annie Leibovitz exhibition.
She remembered the sensation of being lost in those eyes, as if they were a meadow in the middle of a daydream, brimming with wildflowers and butterflies. But in the middle of the meadow was a sinkhole, and she never quite knew where it was. She was confident each and every time that she could navigate her way through the blooms, but she always seemed to end up waist-deep in decaying vegetation. (Her shoes were too expensive for that. Mud on her Muaddis? As if.)
If you want to try a bottle or two of Avaline for yourself, use code HOLIDAYS15 at checkout for 15% off. Don’t forget to tag me on social @melinamariamorry and let me know which one(s) you loved the most. Cheers!
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