The poem on every bottle:

The first taste of you washes my heart with gold,
waxes my moon,
brings me to the depths of primordial bliss.

The second sip binds my eternal soul slave to your divine kiss.

With the third I am set free,
climbing toward heaven as a morning glory embracing a tree.

A fourth sip brings me to the brink,
my heart full of joy into your eyes I sink.

Gypsy Love Song.