William Butler Yeats - Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and sigh.
William Butler Yeats
One not only drinks the wine, one smells it, observes it, tastes it, sips it and--one talks about it.