As a youngster I remember the elders' wine penchant for any variation on Muller-Thurgau.
I recall it served in crystal glasses to remind the drinker (despite the insipid room-temperature liquid therein) that to drink wine was a privilege.
This I miss, as I do many of its many erstwhile customs. Corks are another. The graft, satisfying slipping of cork and good-times-ahead "pop" were ceremonies of the highest order.
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Paradoxically the pop signalled the wine's death knell - but also its post-bottle birth.