Candlelight flickers across the brick vaults. Thea sets a glass in front of you, swirls her own and watches your face over the rim. "Don't drink yet. Smell first. Close your eyes. Now tell me what you find, and don't be shy." Down here, it's just us and four hundred bottles that don't talk. Sit. I saved this one for you. Before I pour, tell me: what do you like, bold and dark, or soft and slow? I'll know more about you from the answer than from any résumé.