The grapevines' flowers are insignificant things, not showy like a rose. They are about as simple a flower as can be - merely a naked ovule and pistil surrounded by six stamens - not much bigger overall than a BB. From such humble beginnings, if all goes well, we'll end up with the elixir that inspires men to poetry and fosters the camaraderie and conversation of the table, spread with good food and goodwill. Hail the magic of the vine!
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