Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered…sealed away for opening on a January day with snow falling fast and the sun unseen for weeks…

Spanish rain,A maiden’s dress,Apothecary pillsAnd ancient thrills;Melancholy killsA girl’s caress.(—Roman Payne; Valencia, Spain, November 2nd 2012)

We look up to see if it is day or night. If stars burn cool and moon does shine, We take to smoke divine and wine.If breath of sun does belch its heat,we boil coffee and prepare to eat.

WINE! Because these problems aren’t going to forget THEMSELVES!

I suffer from CLAUSTROPHOBIA, a fear of closed spaces.For example, I’m petrified that the WINE store will be closed before I have time to get there!!!

Wine is to women as duct tape is to men, it fixes EVERYTHING!

Either give me more wine or leave me alone.

No scoring system is perfect, but a system that provides for flexibility in scores, if applied by the same taster without prejudice, can quantify different levels of wine quality and provide the reader with one professional’s judgment.

You are my wine, my joy,My garden, my springtime,My slumber, my repose,Without you, I can’t cope.

A German wine label is one of the things life’s too short for.

This is the great fault of wine; it first trips up the feet: it is a cunning wrestler.

A good sherris-sack hath a twofold operation in it. It ascends me into the brain, dries me there all the foolish and dull and crudy vapors which environ it, makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes, which, delivered o’er to the voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes excellent...

Wine is imported to China in containers. Many ‘vineyards’ just bottle wine that they have imported.

Most days I juggle everything quite well, on the other days there’s always red wine.

Give me wine to wash me clean of the weather-stains of cares

This is one of the disadvantages of wine, it makes a man mistake words for thoughts.

You are trying to lure us into revealing information you’re not entitled to? With chocolate and wine? Are you amateurs?

Day offers two equally necessary sacraments – the benediction of morning and the absolution of dusk. In the morning coffee blesses and in the evening wine absolves.

I was a hostess, I sold shoes, but I don’t function well in jobs that don’t have to do with what I love. I have cleaned bathrooms in theaters, I have sold wine in theaters, I have sold tickets, because I will do anything, anything, to stay in this world.

A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.

La strega prese l’ostia e la mise controluce, quando la mangiò si appiccicò al palato.Lui le diede il vino. “Qui ci sono i segreti del mondo.”La strega bevve. “Ecco perché sa di aceto.

Wine, like food, is so emotional. If you think about it, so much of the courting ritual is surrounded by wine and food. There’s a built-in romance to wine.

The whiskey was a good start. I got the idea from Dylan Thomas. He’s this poet who drank twenty-one straight whiskeys at the White Horse Tavern in New York and then died on the spot from alcohol poisoning. I’ve always wanted to hear the bartender’s side of the story. What was it like watching this...

When I opened up the bottle of wine, Thebes said whoa, you yanked that cork out of there like you were saving it from drowning. She got out her markers and drew a screaming face on the cork.

Most people whom you may view as wine experts are usually just good at one thing: winemakers are good at making wine, sommeliers at talking about it, and wine journalists at drinking it for free.

Studying wine taught me that there was a very big difference between soil and dirt: dirt is to soul what zombies are to humans. Soil is full of life, while dirt is devoid of it.

The wine- it made her limbs loose and liquid, made her feel that a hummingbird had taken the place of her heart.

The first kiss and the first glass of wine are the best.

It is not the wine that makes us drunk, but the one who brings it and fills the glass.

They’d be great paired with a red wine.

Good wines are produced in small quantities. It is a matter of time and attention and picking only the best grapes. Today they get as much as they can out of the ground, and what can you expect? The wine has no taste.

It was baking hot in the square when we came out after lunch with our bags and the rod-case to go to Burguete. People were on top of the bus, and others were climbing up a ladder. Bill went up and Robert sat beside Bill to save a place for me, and I went back...

As we hypnotically watch the steadily diminishing reserve of sand in life’s hourglass, the instincts of a miser surface. Life is now savored, sipped as with a fine 19th Century French wine.

But it doesn’t matter because, look, here come the waiters. They are scraping away the debris with their little horn and steel blades, pulled with studied grace from the hidden pockets of their white aprons. They are laying new tablecloths, arranging new cutlery, placing before me great domed wine glasses, newly polished to a sparkle....

but does it have a winning taste? I’d hardly call silver a champion flavor. No, I’ll stick to my red wine.

I drink wine like beer, only twice as much less.

I let wine breathe. And I hold my breathe, so it can get all the air.

People are more comfortable learning about wine because now they can just Google, you know, ‘Soave,’ and say, ‘Oh, O.K., cool.’

Really, truly, try to figure out what your palate is all about. If you’ve determined that you don’t like dirty old stinky wine – old-world flavors – you probably like new-world fruit bombs. Stick to Shirazes and California Cabernets or Zinfandels.

[I]t is the wine that leads me on,the wild winethat sets the wisest man to singat the top of his lungs,laugh like a fool – it drives theman to dancing… it eventempts him to blurt out storiesbetter never told.

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.

Wine makes all things possible.

I am still drunk that you were here,and you were mine.And once again I stretch my hand outfor that wine;As your drunk eyes could not bestirthemselves, I tooCan’t move; as you love wine, I lovethe wine that’s you;

Wine came from grapes and grapes were fruit. If you were going to judge every wine connoisseur, you would also have to walk around the playground and slap the box of grape juice out of every child’s chubby little hands as well.

He knew that Hop-Frog was not fond of wine; for it excited the poor cripple almost to madness; and madness is no comfortable feeling.

No old road leads to new destinations! Change begins when one realizes that it is unwise to pour a new wine into an old wine skin. If you change your mind, you have to change your actions too!

There’s nothing more annoying than a man ordering wine at a bar when you’re not eating.

To take wine into our mouths is to savor a droplet of the river of human history.

Your not old you are like wine, you get better over time.”-Melissa Mona

One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters…But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.