This sign hangs in my dining room (right under the one that says: “Live well, Love much, Laugh often”)
I bought it for more for the word play on the homonym than because I resonated with the sentiment.
I love wine, and have grown to love it more and more over the years as I’ve trained my palate to taste more dimensions of it.
Mostly though, I love the language of wine. I love how some wines are “soft” and other are “metallic.” I have tasted flabby wines and flinty ones, musty ones and mellow ones. I don’t like “green” wine (young, unaged, high in acidity), but prefer the “chewy”ones with great body and a strong aftertaste.
I love smelling them and figuring out if it’s licorice, tobacco, chocolate, or cherries I’m smelling.
I love the word “terroir” and thinking about how different soils within the very same vineyard can produce such different tasting grapes.
I have very rarely drowned my sorrows in a bottle of wine. (Mostly because I very rarely have “sorrows.”) A glass of wine, for me, is a treat and a delight, not a way to numb out or medicate.
That’s why I can hang this sign in my house. It’s just a funny play on words.
This is my favorite scene in the movie Sideways. It makes me swoon.