Wine is a living liquid containing no preservatives. Its life cycle comprises youth, maturity, old age, and death. When not treated with reasonable respect it will sicken and die.

I wouldn't keep him around long if I didn't feed him well.

I would happily die with a bottle of white Burgundy in my mouth.

I'm afraid that surprise, shock, and regret is the fate of authors when they finally see themselves on the page.

The tomato hides its griefs. Internal damage is hard to spot.

Any disaster is a learning process.

There are reasons, and then there are excuses.