Hast thou ever tried a fine stout ale
from Minoc? Or a
heady pilsner from Jhelom?
And, naturally, nothing can ever top the dazzling wine from
Yew. I cannot think
of another wine that even comes close to the quality from
Yew these days. Actually, is there even another vineyard in
the entire realm? Hmmm
none comes easily to mind. Not
in this age.
Which brings me to an interesting, perhaps discouraging, thought.
You may not be the type to notice, so allow me to point this out for thee the
selection of wines has diminished greatly over the last few years.
- I can remember, not so long ago, when I would order a light, crisp white
wine to accompany a meal in Trinsic.
Such a wine was from the valleys just to the west of Trinsic
and slightly to the north. I believe there is some kind
of hedge thing there now. Pity. The wines from that area
- I think fondly back and recall a bold red wine from Moonglow
that was the wonder of taverns everywhere. No night of gazing
at the stars in Moonglow would be complete without a bottle
of this winsome vintage.
- A lighter red wine from Cove
lacked the refinement of the Moonglow wines, but overcame
that with a briskness and
a lack of cost
that made it a wine for all occasions.
- Who among us could forget that grand blush wine from Magincia?
At first, the thought of a pink wine was
ridiculed. Yet the fame of this wonderfully sweet yet ticklish
wine grew quickly as word spread across the land swifter
than a horde of orcs on the trail of a reagentless mage.
But today when I step into mine favorite tavern, the selection of
wines has drastically fallen. A selection of one wine to be accurate. While the available
wine does come from Yew and is a breath-taking vintage, I cannot help but mourn the loss
of the many other fine wines I knew so well in days long past. From tavern to tavern all
across our vast land, from the smallest inn to the fanciest bordello, the same fate awaits
all lovers of fine wines not a single establishment in realm hath anything other
than the wine from Yew. What happened to all of the wines? Where hath they gone? Why did
they disappear? Is there some sort of plot amongst the seemingly innocent monks of the
abbey in Yew to control some sort of monastic monopoly of wines?
I mean not to complain, or to bemoan, or to grumble, or to whimper,
or to snivel, or to mewl this fate. But how does such a thing come to be? Completely
unnoticed. Totally unexpected. Without mercy or compassion. Why? Why? Why?
As thou dost ponder this, friends, think on another question: Where
have all the ales gone?
From the Town Cryer - The Journal of Ultima Online, Tuesday, March 17th 1998