And much as Wine has played the Infidel, And robbed me of my Robe of Honor Well, I often wonder what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Wine is a turncoat; first a friend and then an enemy.
The Italians always made good wine, but you had the impression they were friendly guys in straw hats running family vineyards with slaves or something so that the vino was never more than ten bucks a bottle.
I'm a bit of a wine snob and like a glass of Chateaux Margaux '82 with a meal or to unwind.
When I am in the cellar of affliction, I look for the Lord's choicest wines.
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.
Selling wine is all about sizing people up, and it takes a certain amount of chutzpah. The tableside bottle sell is a very funny thing - you take a look at the guy's blazer, what kind of shoes he's wearing, what kind of broad he's with. Is he trying to be a hero?
Christopher Plummer once told me that he never orders a wine without first confirming that the restaurant has a second bottle in case he loves it.
A bottle of wine begs to be shared; I have never met a miserly wine lover.
Wine has been with civilized man from the beginning.
As the best wine doth make the sharpest vinegar, so the deepest love turneth to the deadliest hate.