The Brentish Overlord, now a Bachelor of Wine, regales us with this toast in iambic pentameter, read out originally by myself in a Best Western in Santa Barbara in June 1996, in the presence of Steve, Danny, Karen and Regina O'Brien (my, how the tourists stared!). The fivesome had just returned from a visit to the wine country just to the north, dominated by the Firestone winery, where a screechy, curiously rubbery wine is produced in large quantities (CH).