There are wines you should drink on your knees,
Dionysius enters the grape and transforms it: that’s how the Greeks understood fermentation. It’s the Greek version of transubstantiation.
Dionysus entered the wine and died, more like.
The drunkenness of Noah: we should ponder that. Run a seminar on it.
Nothing to excess: that’s what was inscribed above the gate of Apollo’s temple, in Delphi, along with Know Yourself.
Only to excess: that was our motto. Fuck yourself.
The perfect balance of stalk and fruit. The soul, speaking through it.
The cellar in which her wines lay dreaming.
The divine orderliness of Cicero’s wine.
This wine flows like slime. Like drool.
Beelzebub’s drool.
It’s sticky.
Work in Progress 