

Oh, you all, hail the new wine, it's finally here! As fresh as the air in one autumn morning, as yellow sometimes as the leaves of the vine, or red as the sun collapsed in the lake, 
so young and so brave, so sparkling in glasses, so cheerful as those that this fine potion make... But careful, thou, after too many sips, it makes the brains of the humans get fuzzy like this...
