Being raised by persons of a European wine sensibility, I was often allowed a little of the wine with dinner in my youth.
This may have backfired when I took Catholic first communion. On the way back down the aisle, in my virginal white and presumably sacred thoughts, I whispered to my father in shocked undertones, "That wine was terrible!"
Hangover-free drinking, but perhaps the only method of alcohol consumption less classy than drinking whiskey in the gutter.
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