“Life’s too short
to drink bad wine.”
O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!
the sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.
To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour.
“Wine is a sort of paradox in our society. It teaches us patience in a world that goes faster and faster and where the immediate and the urgent are the law. It teaches us to make roots in a world where we travel without pause… It teaches us conviviality in a world of violence and brutality. Last, but not least, in a world which knows everything, where everything is known, everything is computerised, wine teaches us about uncertainty; it reminds us that life is always an uncertainty, a question without answer… Wine is the only product in today’s world with this wonderful uncertainty. I think it is the honour of our work…”