Share Her.
Wine was never meant to be possessed. Rather shared & enjoyed until all are satisfied.
I recently came across an article in a popular wine publication in which the author suggested that sharing a bottle of wine was becoming a lost art.
I was unexpectedly disappointed.
There are only a few things I enjoy more than sharing a bottle of wine with another human. I don’t care if it’s my homegirl stopping by after work or a lover across the table at dinner. If there’s a bottle open between us, I’m in.
Now, I understand that not everyone drinks wine. This isn’t for that demographic.
But for those of us who do, the enthusiasts, the collectors, the curious, we know there is something different about sitting with another person and sharing a bottle.
Historically, wine has always been linked to ecstasy and enjoyment. Dionysus. Bacchus. Celebration. Fertility. Abundance.
Even Jesus knew how to keep a party going when He turned water into wine.
But even in those ancient rituals, wine was never consumed casually. She was ceremonial. Symbolic. Intentional.
She marked a moment.
And that is what makes it powerful.
Not the alcohol content. The meaning.
I love a messy dinner table. Plates dirty. Wine spilled. It’s just something about it.
There’s something intimate about sharing a bottle. It requires agreement.
Together, we will drink the same thing.
Together, we will move at the same pace.
Together, we will tend to each other’s glass. I will pour into yours. In return, you will pour into mine.
Together, we create a rhythm.
Perhaps the most seductive thing in the room is not the bottle, but the shared decision to open her and to slowly partake in her liquid indulgence, together.
Until we are both satisfied.
So this Valentine’s Day — and long after — share a bottle with someone you love.
Sit longer than necessary. Pour generously. Let the conversation and affection deepen.
Watch what happens.
One of my favorite depictions of sharing wine is in Casino Royale between Bond & Vesper. Looked so chic and had a vibe.