When Wine enters, out goes the Truth
The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest
Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy; its after-flavor, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poisoned.
You think it more difficult to turn air into wine than to turn wine into blood?
Age appears to be best in four things; old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.
Plant life instead of animal food is the keystone of regeneration. Jesus used bread instead of flesh and wine in place of blood at the Lord's Supper.
Food probably has a very great influence on the condition of men. Wine exercises a more visible influence, food does it more slowly but perhaps just as surely. Who knows if a well-prepared soup was not responsible for the pneumatic pump or a poor one for a war?
Wine is bottled poetry.
Ah, wasteful woman, she who may On her sweet self set her own price, Knowing man cannot choose but pay, How has she cheapened paradise; How given for nought her priceless gift, How spoiled the bread and spilled the wine, Which, spent with due respective thrift, Had made brutes men and men divine.
A man not old, but mellow, like good wine
Oh some are fond of Spanish wine, and some are fond of French.
Days of wine and roses laugh and run away, Like a child at play.
Fill high the cup with Samian wine
Go fetch to me a pint o wine, an fill it in a silver tassie.
And Noah he often said to his wife when he sat down to dine, I do not care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine.
Souls of poets dead and gone,
What Elysium have ye known,
Happy field or mossy cavern,
Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?
Have ye tippled drink more fine
Than mine host's Canary wine?
Wine buffs write and talk as though the food and wine will be in your mouth at the same time, that one is there to be poured over the other. This is bullshit. Gustatory enjoyment comes from food and wine and cigars of your liking. So far no one has said that a Monte Cristo is the only cigar to smoke after Armagnac, Romeo and Juliet after Calvados ... but the time may yet come.
The smell of wine, oh how much more delicate, cheerful, gratifying, celestial and delicious it is than that of oil.
The king sits in Dunfermline town Drinking the blude-red wine.
I can certainly see that you know your wine. Most of the guests who stay here would not know the difference between Bordeaux and Claret.
Poetry is devil's wine.
Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging
They are drunken, but not with wine; they stagger, but not with strong drink
Neither do men put new wine into old bottles.
The wine urges me on, the bewitching wine, which sets even a wise man to singing and to laughing gently and rouses him up to dance and brings forth words which were better unspoken.