The Instructor 2.2.30

We must not, then, busy ourselves looking for Chian wine if it is absent, or Ariusian when it is not at hand. For thirst is the feeling of a lack, and seeks a suitable remedy to fill it, not a pretentious drink. Wines imported from overseas are for an appetite made flabby by incontinence, the soul being out of its mind about its desires even before drunkenness. Fragrant Thasian, sweet-breathing Lesbian, a sweet Cretan, a pleasant Syracusan, an Egyptian Mendesian, the island Naxian, and another, a flower-scented one, from the land of the Italians: these are many names; but for a self-controlled drinker there is one wine, the tillage of one God. Why is not the local wine enough to satisfy desire? Unless they will also import water, as foolish kings do, the Choaspes water [the Choaspes being a river so called in India, whose water is finest for drinking], bringing water along with them, as they do their friends. Here too the Holy Spirit pronounces the rich in their luxury wretched, crying out through Amos: “Those who drink strained wine,” it says, “and lie on ivory couches,” and the other things that follow, which he added as a reproach.