In the Name of the Mother, the Son, and the Holy Wine (and in Remembrance of the Father)

Some of those grapevines must be a little older than me. We grew up together. And then you said, raising your glass a few weeks ago, the older the vine, the better the wine. I feel this in my life these days. Now, i'm opening the cover of the barrel, to check the sound, the smell of it. The grape juice sensually transforming into wine through a velvet volcanic process. It's the first time i'm making wine and really, i feel like everything for the first time in my life! You know, my parents used to make the wine every year. This time it was my turn and i so much rejoyced helping my mother make it. It was more than a practical thing. Wine brings peoples hearts in togetherness, in remembrance.