Wine of a different house and colour

Wine
of a different
house and colour
comes velvety
to my lips;
transports me to lands
I had not known,
fills me inside with calm.
Wine
of a different
man-made country
comes sweet
and sometimes bitter
The bouquets
almost always vary
but the effects
almost never tarry.
Wine
of a different
house and colour
comes velvety,
wetting my lips
Wine
of a different
man-made nation
comes to whet
by planes and ships.