THE HISTORY OF THE WINE BOTTLE
In the ancient annals of time, When grapes first blushed upon the vine, A vessel took its humble form, Born from earth, a vessel warm.
6000 BCE, a distant age, When the wine was more than liquid wage, The Kvevri, stout and earthen-bred, From Caucasus raised its head.
Georgia, where the sun-kissed land, Gave birth to this amphora grand, Its curves, like hills, embraced the wine, A cradle for the grape’s sweet sign.
When fermentation’s dance was done, The Kvevri’s work had just begun, Stones and clay would seal its fate, A patient wait, no rush, no haste.
Years would pass, the wine would age, In the darkness, silence, it would engage, Tannins mellowed, flavors fused, As time itself the nectar bruised.
And so, the Kvevri held its prize, A treasure hidden from prying eyes, A testament to an ancient craft, Where wine and earth entwined, engraft.
Today, in cellars far and wide, The legacy of Kvevri abides, A nod to history, tradition’s song, Where wine and clay forever throng. 🍷🏺
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