Silent night, lonely night. The distance that makes drinking wine possible
(Claude Auguste) I remember it well: there was a time when wine was almost inevitably a social event. I did not drink it alone, but in a pack, at the table, in the pub, in conversation. Wine was bonding agent, group glue, the trigger for many a curious incident, and sometimes also a pretext for escaping from everyday life. Anyone who drank alone was regarded as Read the full article…