He perks up on contact but then eases into it, smiling softly to himself.

Once the woman is done explaining, Aziraphale takes one of the glasses as instructed, swirls it around to aerate it, smells it. "Dark cherry, rich chocolate notes, with just a dash of spice and hm."

He takes a sip, lets it sit on his tongue, and swallows. "Just a little rose. Mm, Crowley, you know who this reminds me of?"