For all this time I thought Bacchus was Roman or possibly Greek but it turns out he was Georgian and his cult originated not in wooden casks but in clay pots which raises the question were those proto Russians the beaker people of their day refugees of another Stonehenge of another time and when did grapes or dates and other fruits of the vine first find themselves fermenting and making that mixture which does the duty of Sidney's poesie to teach and delight surely the sommelier who showed me the best of the reds inevitably dark and dry had a point when he said the only real wines are red and there is no white Georgian I played at conversation offering him the logical point that Georgian wines are therefore real in the relevant sense giving him the point but he told me philosophy or chopping logic was of no use as he was talking about taste and the Georgian tasted best and there was after all no disputing tast...

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