Let things taste of what they are.

A poet’s hope: to be, like some valley cheese, local, but prized elsewhere.

As you get older, you shouldn’t waste time drinking bad wine.

A dessert without cheese is like a beautiful woman with only one eye.

A world without tomatoes is like a string quartet without violins.

Don’t eat anything your great-grandmother wouldn’t recognize as food.

Wine is bottled poetry.

Wine is sunlight, held together by water.

There is communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine drunk.

Wine is a constant proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.