“If you smell baby diapers in a wine that smells like strawberries to me, that's OK. The winery isn't putting either in the wine.”

“You still smell like strawberries, and it’s breaking my heart.”

“A wine shop was open and I went in for some coffee. It smelled of early morning, of swept dust, spoons in coffee-glasses and the wet circles left by wine glasses.”

“Either give me more wine or leave me alone.”

“He was like a man who has got used to drinking the finest wine, and now finds that everyday wine thats like vinegar.”

“Wine's terrible for babies." Dorian swept into the sitting room to join me, elegantly arranging himself on a love seat that displayed his purple velvet robes to best effect. "Well of course it is. I'd never dream of giving wine to an infant! What do you take me for, a barbarian? But for you... well, it might go a long way to make you a little less jumpy. You've been positively unbearable to live around. "I can't have it either. It affects the babies in utero.”