Wine is so many things for so many people. Wine is something to enjoy, to savor, to experience. Some swear they only like red; others think they’re partial only to white, but wine is so much more than a color. It is yearlong snapshot of Mother Nature; touched by countless hands through the growing season, the harvest, the crush, fermentation, then finally captured in a bottle. Wine literally is sunlight held together by water.
But even after it’s in the bottle, the journey isn’t over. How far did your bottle travel to get to you? Did you pick it up at a winery down the road? Or did it travel from the chateau to a warehouse to rest? Did it set sail across the ocean in a container ship? Was it flown on a commercial airline across the country? How long has it been in the bottle? How many months did it rest in an oak barrel or a concrete egg before it even saw the bottling line?
Each bottle is its own story, something to be appreciated and respected. In our busy lives, it’s too easy to come home, pour a glass and drink without tasting, without appreciating. So the next time you take the time to uncork, or unscrew, some of Mother Nature’s beautiful bounty, take a second to pay attention, to recognize what went in to making the miracle you’re sipping. Even if you get just a smidge more enjoyment out of that sip, it’ll be worth it.
 Or a can or a box, whatever the case may be.
 If this line is familiar, it’s because our good friend Galileo Galilei penned it all the way back in the 1600s; he was way ahead of his time.
 Or go to the bar.