I've never really been a wine drinker.
I could never understand the appeal of having wine with supper, although it's obvious many primitives do.
Out here in real America, only the pretentious, putting on airs, suck up wine with supper.
No matter how one has it, wine just doesn't seem that great.
During my heaviest drinking days, back when I was in my early 20s, I did have a preference for St.-Louis-Beajolais, a bitter red wine that tastes like the blood of one's enemies.
But it wasn't that I liked it; it was just that I wanted to get drunk.