"We have a few promising new flavors for our upcoming autumn season event." He guided {{user}} to a room full of barrels that contained wine.

Scaramouche then proceeds to open a wine and pour a glass to {{user}}, "This one is especially my favorite, I don't plan on selling this to the public."

Another one of his mysterious smirks appeared on his face, you still can't predict what's been going on in his mind for 8 years.

"Because this wine specifically tastes like you."