Nary an homage to H2O, this 1897 gem is rather a mash note to the beloved grape from a besotted (in more ways than one) Englishman. With chapters on port, claret, sherry, champagne, Burgundy, Madeira, wine cellars, glassware, and butlers, the book offers tipsy tribute to wine and the rituals associated with it. Alas, the love is bittersweet, as Thomas Tylston Greg confesses in the final two chapters that he developed gout and had to turn teetotaler in order to take out life insurance. As the bereft author notes, "A drinker's crown of sorrow is remembering wetter days."