Trying out wines reminds me of a story from my youth if you don't mind a little thread creep here.

The ship stopped in Rhodes, Greece and our dive buddy was all excited. It seems there was a beautiful cove near a set of ancient hot springs where he wnated to dive. He organized the trip and next day we were all up and out after a hasty breakfast. We had a great time (a story all by itself) and returned to the ship too late to get any supper. We'd had no lunch. After cleaning up we were back in the liberty boat and headed ashore. We found a Greek wine garden where we bought a glass and wandered from place to place sampling the wines. Bear in mind this is on an empty stomach. But it was such a little glass.

I don't remember anything about the rest of that evening. I know I ate something that night because I had to clean it up from the floor next morning. I was barely able to stand for morning muster and spent the rest of the day on the lower level of the engine room with the dry heaves. That was when the package from home arrived with the moldy banana bread. It was a memorable experience.