Athos inclines his head with a nod, giving a quiet murmur of agreement. "Yes, it is my drink of choice, if given one," he says, as the wine has a habit of lulling and dulling all his senses until he no longer must concern himself with emotions or the memories that go along with them. "There is much here of brighter colours, though I have not perused them. Are they drinks of the future, do you know?"