had never been to Cafe Malta.  During his first visit to the cafe with Princess Pennie and the wizard and me,
I asked him to see if he could hear the music in the wine. This is what he gave me:

Unmistakably Italian, a pleasing blend of strength and softness, boldness and subtlety. The flavor rises and falls like an undulating hillside. The sad strains of strings and the crooning sorrow of a male voice echo from far away, subtle and moving, familiar and easy. This is the music of the wine.”