Wine should not act as an intermediary in the experience of life, because – as I wrote – life is already in itself euphoria, faith, hope and love. Seen, however, only from its own perspective, it becomes a monologue, speaking only for myself and hearing in itself and for itself its own rights, and yet life is also a talking to the near man. Here something occurs that connects the two, three, four, or more euphorias in one song to the glory of life, here comes the wine, as a catalyst for dialogue. Perhaps rather dialogic attitudes are conceived of wine, not a dialogics of wine, as in the title, but let’s not play words, as they sometimes, like shamans, can complicate the reality to fade into the mist simple elements covered with poetic circumlocutions, preventing dialogue, as the dialogue – in fact – may last only because of simplicity. The ability of tasting a glass of wine and sharing this taste with others contains the entire value of temporality, which gets, then, complete, if fulfilled together with others (“Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the Universe, Who creates the fruit of the vine”).