While we don’t really need an excuse to sing the praise of our most favorite indulgence, autumn being upon us means long, candle lit evenings accompanied ample glasses of you-know-what. Move out of the way chilled Riesling and sparkling Rosé, our deep, dark, lush and ruby red, liquid love is back once again!

Above (clockwise from top left): Burgundy peonies, wine red lips, wine & cheese time, closeness

Sometimes I wonder, sweetest love, if you
Were a mere dream in along winter night,
A dream of spring-days, and of golden light
Which sheds its rays upon a frozen heart;
A dream of wine that fills the drunken eye.

And so I wonder, sweetest love, if I
Should drink this ruby wine, or rather weep;
Each tear a bezel with your face engraved,
A rosary to memorize your name…

There are so many ways to call you back-
Yes, even if you only were a dream.

— Rumi

Maulana’s last letter to Shams
translated by Annemarie Schimmel