cloud-wine

Updated: May 28, 2025

By the mere act of crossing that ridge and stepping over the California line, we came into glorious forests of ever-living green, a rainbow-affluence of flowers, an air like a draught from windows left open in heaven. Geography has no superior to this glorious sea, this chalice of divine cloud-wine held sublimely up against the very press whence it was wrung.

Various - The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 13, No. 78, April, 1864