The writer and poet Jim Harrison ... did not let life’s incomprehensibilities mess with any iota of pleasure. Confronted with something bewildering and impenetrable, he sought consolation in food and wine, consuming nearly unspeakable quantities with unending pleasure.
This is a man to whom wine matters like few others you will ever read. I found that Harrison brings to wine the boundless enthusiasm of a very bright child, self-absorbed in pleasure: wine “draws in the world that surrounds us…increases the best aspects of camaraderie and sweetens the tongue for conversation,” swinging your mood from "gentle to gentler.”
His was an imagination colonized, fantastically, by wine. For Harrison, wine makes a seductive sort of promise that you will not only experience great pleasure, but that it will cleanse your adult consciousness of dissatisfaction, regret and despair, while gifting you with metaphor, rapture, and lust: