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

Let things taste of what they are.

Wine is sunlight, held together by water.

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

Beer is made by men, wine by God.

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

Wine is bottled poetry.

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

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.