Masion Marcel

Marcel was a true bonvivant—a charismatic chap who’d go into anyone’s house and make it his home. He was epicurean, dashing, and grand. He was also my grandfather. One fine day, he met a lady who didn’t like rosé. To charm her, Marcel crafted the most delightful blend to sweeten her taste and soften her heart. When she finally agreed to taste it, she was swept off her feet. With sand in their toes and stars in their eyes, they were happily hitched.

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