Wine as a perfect metaphor for poetry, with the same nature, alchemy and effects. Both can make you heady, or be heart-warming, comforting, or rousing. I don’t think poetry makes people fall over, however.
‘Wine and poetry are quite alike in their natures and their effects. Both are the result of a sort of alchemy: ordinary common or garden words, the rough currency of conversation, are transformed in poetry into immortal phrases and lines. The mysteries of fermentation and aging turn grape juice, a fairly unmagical substance, into something that can live as long as a human being, and share human complexity. Above all, wine and poetry share a god.’
Source: Harry Eyres, Horace and Me: Life Lessons from an Ancient Poet (New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2013), p. 48