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Drink Deep The Wine of Grapes

imageI got a bottle of this wine yesterday, purely because of the name on the bottle.  The winery took its name from the works of Rabelais, as Crowley did.

I hesitate to pull the cork and sip the wine.

Why?  Is this hesitation symbolic, or is merely because I do not want to see this potential poured out, this packet of delight transformed into an empty bottle?  Is there a ritual waiting to be formulated, a sacrament waiting to be performed with with this wine?

Wine is as sacred as one makes it.  I put it up for later.  There will be a time and a place for this cork to be pulled. Perhaps I’ll be invited to a meeting of the Hellfire Club and I’ll need a bottle for a toast, or perhaps some other rite is coming in due time.