Last year I made more butts of wine than I could dispose of, and dried five thousand pounds of raisins.

I have travelled through Europe, and I think that neither the valley of the Rhine nor the Tagus can produce such grapes as ours.

I think that the Los Angelos grape is indeed food for angels.
They are equal to the grapes of Eschol.

You remember the heavy clusters that were found there, so that two men carried one on a pole resting upon their shoulders.

See that vine now.