Rev. Wineaux got started drinking wine at a very early age. His mom said it was too early but it was her fault for leaving Matuse and Lancer’s bottles laying around the cottage. Being of sturdy French and Italian stock (and a few other varietals thrown in to make a complex but pleasant blend) the Rev. was able to handle his wine rather nobly. While other children in the village had juice in their sippycups the Rev. was drinking Pinot Noir and Nero d’Avola from a Riedel [riedel] glass he found in a pile of discarded items behind the village tavern.
No one is sure how old the Rev. De’Bordeaux (he has many names) really is and he avoids answering that question whenever asked at tastings or social events. He just gives the person asking a blank stare and wanders off to refill his glass. If he is in a playful mood and able to tolerate fools he will hang out and put on a little show. The Rev. will swirl his wine, insert his nose into the glass with his eyes closed, savoring the aroma and then gulp it down. “Nice bouquet, not the least bit bludgeony!” And then wander off leaving the spectators with puzzled looks on their mugs.