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From vine to wine, the grape exists only to be transmogrified: squozen from its skin, translating sunshine into warmth within, bottled like a prisoner, contained and held - a sentence extended by desirability, drinkability, the ability to age - and breathing again only once the cork is removed. Pulled from the bottle, it emerges with the sound that nothing else can replicate; breathing, decanted, swirling at last when poured.



