Maybe you're for arguing that lovely women show us more of the flower than the grape, in relation to the course of time.

I pray you not to forget the terrible intoxicant she is.

We reconcile it, Mr.Carling, with the notion that the grape's her spirit, the flower her body.

Or is it the reverse?
Perhaps an intertwining.

But look upon bouquets and clusters, and the idea of woman springs up at once, proving she's composed of them.