I know it may seem odd that a bottle of wine reminds me of my childhood. My family is from Italy and everyone makes their own wine. In 1970 when I was 4 I got to go visit my grandparents. One day my "Nonno" (grandpa) was cleaning a wine barrel in the cellar under his house. When he came out he was pink from head to tow. Now, when I smell that "winery" smell I go back there.