A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou.
I am thinking about launching a wine website where there is a deal and the crowd can dictate how cheap it can get.
Life is too short, and I'm Italian. I'd much rather eat pasta and drink wine than be a size 0.
As a freelance writer, I'd be asked to become an expert for various magazines on any subject, whether food or wine or history or the life span of veterinarians. I was completely unschooled in any of these things.
Language is wine upon the lips.
Too much and too little wine. Give him none, he cannot find truth; give him too much, the same.
I dropped out of school to play poker, and at 21, I moved from Toronto to try my luck as a pro in Vegas. I ate the typical meat-heavy diet of most poker players in the '90s: burgers and steak, along with French fries, mash, and a bucket-load of wine, beer, and vodka. There was nothing fresh in my diet, and I felt terrible.
Whoever would have guessed that in the land of cheap sausages and mashed potatoes there could be such a change which would actually bring the French from Paris every weekend to invade Britain en masse to eat great food and drink great wine.
What I like to drink most is wine that belongs to others.
Most of the confidence which I appear to feel, especially when influenced by noon wine, is only a pretense.
Vin brule is a version of mulled wine enjoyed in Piemonte, in northwestern Italy. It's a perfect choice for holiday entertaining because you can double or even triple the recipe and leave it over very low heat, ladling it out as your guests come in from the cold.
My nose itched, and I knew I should drink wine or kiss a fool.
Wine is something to enjoy. We get sick and tired of people who pick it apart and talk about its 'saucy nuances.'
I love everything that's old, - old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.
Back in '98 or so when I was in film school I was working on lighting for a movie in Georgia, out in the middle of nowhere at a gas station. Inside the gas station they had a bunch of old home remedies like castor oil, and one of them was a protein supplement called Beef, Iron & Wine. I just dropped the Beef part.
I'm like old wine. They don't bring me out very often - but I'm well preserved.
Take Jonathan Franzen's work: it's just old wine in new bottles. They say he's the Tolstoy of the digital age, but there can only be a Tolstoy of the Tolstoyan age.
Old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.
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.
I'd learned some things. I knew you weren't supposed to hold a good wine at the top - the paper bag falls off.
