Me, who has never had a drop of whiskey, adds an ungodly amount of creamer and sweetener in my coffee, and beddie bye is 9:30 at the latest: I TAKE MY WHISKEY NEEEAAAAAT
can't get over the lyric "sweet as a grape / if you can sit in a barrel / maybe i'll wait"
the implication that the only way that the narrator and his love could share in their approach to life is if his love were to be crushed, pressed, aged... made into a wine. something that can be indulged in. more bitter. but fresh from the vine they're too sweet.