Hey, I've met some very nice wines in my time. Nothng like a vintage blessed by Bacchus himself.

[Amos settles himself on a bar stool and begins examining bottles. Hmm, hmm, oh, that smells vaguely fruity. He pours out a drop, makes sure it doesn't melt through the countertop, then samples it himself. Peaches! Nice.]

But this will do nicely. Thank you very much, ma'am!