Wine. The Romans called it vinum; the Germans call it wein. I call it delicious.
I faintly recall the first time the 'good drink' touched my lips-- it was a rather bitter red in an fishbowl glass. Mother, on that fateful evening, had graced her first-borne son with his inaugural taste-- the fruit of the vine. I feel quite blessed in that wine ( that good shit, too) was always available for special dinners and outings. Trained, I was in the form and fashion of wine-swigging.
The real drinking started in college. However, after several keggers with none other than Natural Light™I found myself yearning for the Jesus Juice. Since my turning of the glorious age of 21, wine and I have been great pals! Though the wine I'm able to afford as a college student is not the wine i grew up with, I'm coping. I prefer Reds and I'm not awfully particular in regards to the grape-- however 'Cab-Sauvs' are heavenly.
I'm taking the class Geography of Wine this semester at Virginia Tech. I'm hoping that through this class I can refine my naïve palate and at least be able to pretend to know what I'm talking about. I hope to expand my passion for wine and to deepen my wine-drinking experience.
May there be wine in all of your glasses,
Amen.
