Orlando Weekly
I appreciate our relationship with fermented grape juice from the standpoint that it is slightly hedonistic and brings us together. The evenings when I sit down to enjoy a slow dinner with a bottle of wine and stimulating conversation are my most luxurious. A 2-liter bottle of Coke just doesn't have the same charm. But I come from the renegade school of wine drinking – more Jack Kerouac than James Bond – and I spurn the snobbery.