Wine makes me nervous. I think it’s because the vessels in which we drink it are always top-heavy, difficult to grasp, and lidless. And because the beverage itself is often served in social settings where you stand, move around, talk up a storm, use your hands for many other things, and invariably (it feels) spill some on yourself. Also because it slowly inebriates you and makes you unaware of just how unsure you are in your ability to keep it from sloshing over the edge. And because it stains clothing, which, in business-social settings, is usually my best.