O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou has no name to be known by, let us call thee devil. . . . O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance revel and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!
The Gamma paused. “You have a crazed werewolf in your wine cellar?” “You can think of a better place to stash him?” “What about the wine?
To have 95% of the ingredients sourced, food and wine, within 100 miles radius, that's a dream come true for any chef.
High and fine literature is wine, and mine is only water; but everybody likes water.
Wise leaders should have known that the human heart cannot exist in a vacuum. If Christians are forbidden to enjoy the wine of the Spirit they will turn to the wine of the flesh. . . . Christ died for our hearts and the Holy Spirit wants to come and satisfy them.
My grandparents in Istria had a frasca, which is about the most basic kind of groceryrestaurant. They sold wine from their own vineyard. I took control of the vineyard, hired a local winemaker, and bought another winery in 1996. We had our first commercial vintage in 1998.
If global warming meant temperatures rose by one or two degrees, France would become a desert, which would be no bad thing. The Scots would grow wine and make buffalo mozzarella.
The more I have learned about wine. . . the more I have realized that it weaves in with human history from its very beginning as few, if any, other products do. Textiles, pottery, bread. . . there are other objects of daily use that we can also trace back to the Stone Age. Yet wine alone is charged with sacramental meaning, with healing powers; indeed with a life of its own.
Three be the things I shall never attain: Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.
When either a man or a woman makes a special vow, the vow of a Nazarite, to separate himself to the Lord, he shall separate himself from wine and strong drink.
The cask will long retain the flavour of the wine with which it was first seasoned.
I love wine, I love wine reps, I love everything about the drinking world. In fact, as a recovering alcoholic, I adore the drinking world. I can't participate in it any longer and the only thing I don't like are people who don't listen to the words that are coming out of someone else's mouth. Which is why I try very hard to listen to the words that are coming out of someone's mouth.
That's what they do in Argentina. Have a little wine and talk. Then have some coffee and talk. Then, go back to the wine.
It seems that researchers at Colorado University say wine may help people lose weight. It's not the wine directly that causes the weight loss, it's all the walking around you do trying to find your car.
And I am all the things I have ever loved: scuppernong wine, cool baptisms in silent water, dream books and number playing.
Wine is not just an object of pleasure, but an object of knowledge; and the pleasure depends on the knowledge.
But now I discovered the wonderful power of wine. I understood why men become drunkards. For the way it worked on me was not at all that it blotted out these sorrows, but that it made them seem glorious and noble, like sad music, and I somehow great and revered for feeling them.
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.
Avoiding me, Quen downed a swallow of wine. "Trent is a fine young man," he said, watching the remaining wine swirl. "Yes. . . " I drawled, cautiously. "If you can call a drug lord and outlawed-medicine manufacturer a fine young man.
Wine transforms moles into eagles.