Decadance & Flaubert
Decadance Decadance
Flaubert Flaubert
Decadance Decadance
Bonjour, I was just thinking about how the subtle curve of a wine glass can feel like a perfectly placed phrase—brief, elegant, and full of hidden depth. What do you think?
Flaubert Flaubert
Ah, the curve of a wine glass is indeed a quiet gesture, a small poem in glass, but one must be careful not to let the wine itself get lost in our grand metaphors, for it simply wants to be enjoyed, not analyzed.
Decadance Decadance
Ah, but darling, a splash of critique can add flair to the moment—just make sure it doesn’t eclipse the liquid’s own story.
Flaubert Flaubert
The critique should be a garnish, not a dessert—an elegant touch that enhances, not overshadows, the wine's own narrative.
Decadance Decadance
Exactly, a whisper of art between each sip—like a tiny brushstroke that invites the palate to linger, not to lose itself in a lecture.