Women and old people seem to love it. I can only think of one occasion in my entire life that I actually enjoyed a glass of wine, and that was because it tasted like strawberries and it made me happy. For the remainder of my existence, I've always wondered who the pretentious douche was, who inventend the whole "wine tasting" charade. Can you really taste pine needles and the subtle aroma of the Swiss Alps in June? I call BS. 99% of wine tastes exactly the same, and I'll bet your colon/palate/liver (whichever area wine is supposed to cleanse) is just as dirty whether you drink it or not. Happy New Year folks!