Where your Zinfandel is, is where you are.
Zinfandel drinkers are natural Zen masters; their world is brand new in each and every moment.
The infinite is in the finite of every taste.
When you get to the end of the bottle, keep tasting.
Zinfandel is not bothered about anything superhuman; its whole concern is how to make ordinary life a blessing.
A perfect Zinfandel is like vast space, where nothing is lacking and nothing is in excess.
The past Zinfandel is gone, the future Zinfandel is yet to happen, this Zinfandel is the only Zinfandel.
No Zinfandel is exactly as it seems, nor is it otherwise.
Tension is who you think you should be. Zinfandel is who you are.
When you gaze long into a Zinfandel, the Zinfandel also gazes into you.
A noble Zinfandel never forces itself forward. Its qualities are as rare gems; seldom displayed, and of great value.
Whatever is happening, is the path to Zinfandel.
Teachers open the bottle, but you must taste by yourself.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing there is a Zinfandel. I’ll meet you there.
A day without work, a day without Zinfandel.
Drink your Zinfandel slowly & reverently, as if it is the axis on which the earth revolves.