A large family gathered at the bedside of a dying vintner. Every eye and ear focused on the old man as he called his favorite son to his side and struggled to pass on the secrets of his craft. The soft and incoherent mumblings continued for some minutes. Then with a great shudder, the guardian of arcane fomulae sat bolt upright and rasped out a loud and unexpected expiratory utterance: "Or you could use grapes!"

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