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"Listen," Gemma says, leaning over the counter. "They�re just words. You can say whatever comes to mind when you roll wine around the inside of your mouth."
"What if my taste buds aren�t developed?"
"Makes no difference. Just say the first thing that pops into your mind."
"How do I start?"
"Have a taste of cracker. Sip a little water. Now, with your eyes closed, sniff the wine deeply from the glass," Gemma says, pausing. "Here, let me show you." She pours herself a tad for purpose of demonstration, then closes her eyes and inhales the bouquet through her nostrils, taking her time. She opens her eyes.
"Hmmhmm?" the woman says, mimicking Gemma�s actions, waiting for something to occur to her.
"What comes to mind?" asks Gemma.
"Um...uh, nah, it wouldn�t make any sense."
"Okay. Honeysuckle or alfalfa blossoms?"
"Yes!" Gemma and Reagan shout together, high-fiving each other, doing a little dance.
"And, that�s just on the nose," Gemma says. "It�s promising. Let�s see if taste delivers."