When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That's relativity.
Wine like food is so emotional. If you think about it so much of the courting ritual is surrounded by wine and food. There's a built-in romance to wine.
The completely solitary self: that's where poetry comes from and it gets isolated by crisis and those crises are often very intimate also.