When two sensual people meet, there is no need for any social, economic or even less wine superstructure. If the spark strikes, that feeling that does not make the heart beat but puts the belly in turmoil, agreeing with the Latins who claimed that the seat of feelings was in the intestine, it does not matter the look, the hairstyle, the place, the view, the temperature, the wine. We climb as best we can on the barriers of respectability trying to shorten the practices as much as possible (what is the moment in which to give in or bring the final attack that is not premature to the point of making me pass for a pig or a whore?).

Once the fury of the first meeting (but often of the second, the third, the fourth, and so on) has subsided, sensuals realize that the world also exists, and that the world can be useful in increasing the intensity of their pleasures.

The first step is the abandonment of occasional beds (sofas, cars, lawns, beaches) in favor of the more institutional double bed. Then we move on to the search for a scenario that is up to the situation (gulfs, mountains, historic cities). So an attention to food and wine arises.

But even here the choices are guided by the sensual soul of the protagonists and not just any bubbles are enough to give them pleasure. Indeed, in most cases the spectator invited to their meetings is the red wine, ripe, complex, precious, to be savored slowly as sensuals slowly savor the pleasures of eros.

If they are oriented towards Champagne (strength of rhetoric) here they are choosing bottles neglected by other consumers, the blanc de noir, produced only with Pinot Noir grapes, or vintages of great structure, better if fermented in wooden barrels. However, always wines of great personality, which do not go down like water, but require a global commitment of the senses, the sight that penetrates the warm and golden reflections of the glass, the sense of smell that is inebriated with every taste, the taste that enjoys being overwhelmed papilla by papilla.

 If for sensuals the encounter is "life", for romantics it is "representation of life". If two sensuals don't even need to see each other to "find each other", the heart of a romantic begins to beat only when the other appears to be placed in a well-defined context, that is, in that fairy tale (story, novel, film, it does the same) that he has chosen as a brogliccio of his life and that absorbs all his energies with the aim of transforming it into a screenplay.

For romantics, therefore, the look, the attention to detail, the environment is primary. And when they have to order a bottle, it must be the seal of the scenography in which their story is represented. It will be Champagne only if the reference fairy tale is set in large halls dripping with stuccoes and chandeliers, if the protagonists live the splendors of a rare and exclusive nobility (if not of rank, at least of wealth or feelings). Otherwise, the Chianti flask can flow like pure malt whiskey or the perennially swirling Old Romagna Black Label of the past.

In short, to dive into a bed, the important thing is that it appears as the right liquid in the right place at the right time. So much will remain in the glass, as happens in the theater or on movie sets.

From the "representation of life" to the "mystification of life": this is the behavioral model to which the "cunnings" adhere. Here, Champagne flows freely. Who, in fact, better than a flute with perennial perlage can help each of the two suitors to induce and evoke a world that is more beautiful, larger and more fascinating than the one that is actually hidden behind them?

The cunning man invests in luxury bubbles to shorten the time, to credit itself, in an instant, the image that longer and less mediated times would present much more faded and banal.

The technique, in general, works, and the cunning can get its hands on the loot in a short time.

If the first meeting is a roar of corks that jump and foams that invade the crystals, much duller, alas, the future of cold cunning couples presents itself, with her who generally would like to continue her journey to discover increasingly precious foams, and him who, silently, tries to gloss over the sparkle first, then directly to the world of quiet wines, quiet above all from an economic point of view.