The vine bears three kinds of grapes: the first of pleasure, the second of intoxication, the third of disgust.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.
I believe that the responsibility of the winemaker is to take that fruit and get it into the bottle as the most natural and purest expression of that vineyard, of the grape varietal or blend, and of the vintage.
Essentially, wines are fermented grape juice, so I'm trying to make the point that the wine world is about scores and marketing and kind of creating a scarce resource where they don't really exist.
Winemakers have to adapt to what they're given by nature: the vines, the fruit, the soil and the weather.
If there are occasions when my grape turned into a raisin and my joy bell lost its resonance, please forgive me. Charge it to my head and not to my heart.
What is wine? It is the grape present in another form; its essence is there, though the fruit which produced it grew thousands of miles away, and perished years ago. So the object of many a tender thought may be spiritually present, in defiance of space - and fond recollections cherished in defiance of time.
Be happy. Don't make a Vine about, like, something not that happy.
Wine makes a man more pleased with himself; I do not say it makes him more pleasing to others.
I am a grateful... grapefruit.
Pleasure only starts once the worm has got into the fruit, to become delightful happiness must be tainted with poison.