Glass Of Wine Research Articles

Domestication of a magic therapeutical wine glass fungus (Podoscypha petalodes) from Pakistan

The Podoscypha is a recognized therapeutically significant genus of mushrooms. A Podoscypha species under a Morus sp. Was found from the largest man-made forest Changa-Manga, Kasur during the exploration of fungal flora of Pakistan. Detailed morpho-anatomical and phylogenetic analysis identified it as P. petalodes, a part of common native flora of many regions of the world like Pakistan. The culturabilty and cultivation potential of this fungus was assessed for the first time using different media and substrates. Maximum cultural growth was observed on the Compost Extract Agar (CEA) medium at 28 °C. Mycelium of cultured strains on CEA medium was used for the spawn production on wheat, sorghum and barley grains. Cultivation potential in the form of spawn running period, harvesting time duration and yield was investigated on variety of substrates. A mixed substrate of sawdust and tea waste at 28 °C showed the optimum yield. Tea-waste was used as the casing material in all substrates and proved very effective. These results depicted that Podoscypha petalodes possesses the cultivation potential. Its cultivation on large scale can solve the major health concerns of the growing population. It would provide the people easy accessibility of economical, effective and natural medicine throughout the year that restrict in case of only natural production at specific time of the year.

Unmet expectations about material properties delay perceptual decisions

Based on our expectations about material properties, we can implicitly predict an object’s future states, e.g., a wine glass falling down will break when it hits the ground. How these expectations affect relatively low-level perceptual decisions, however, has not been systematically studied previously. To seek an answer to this question, we conducted a behavioral experiment using animations of various familiar objects (e.g., key, wine glass, etc.) freely falling and hitting the ground. During a training session, participants first built expectations about the dynamic properties of those objects. Half of the participants (N = 28) built expectations consistent with their daily lives (e.g., a key bounces rigidly), whereas the other half learned an atypical behavior (e.g., a key wobbles). This was followed by experimental sessions, in which expectations were unmet in 20% of the trials. In both training and experimental sessions, the participant’s task was to report whether the objects broke or not upon hitting the ground. Critically, a specific object always remained intact or broke - only the manner in which it did so differed. For example, a key could wobble or remain rigid but never break. We found that participants’ reaction times were longer when expectations were unmet, not only for typical material behavior but also when those expectations were atypical and learned during the training session. Furthermore, we found an interplay between long-term and newly learned expectations. Overall, our results show that expectations about material properties can impact relatively low-level perceptual decision-making processes.

Coupled cross-waves in a partially filled ‘singing wine glass’

This paper is devoted to the study of a three-resonant-eigenmode model of cross-waves excitation in a partially filled ‘singing wine glass’. This model was worked out in our previous article in detail, together with another model when only one resonant cross-wave is excited. However, our experimental studies have confirmed that it is the model with three coupled eigenmodes that applies in practice. The dynamics of three weakly coupled parametrically oscillating resonant amplitudes (for the three resonant eigenmodes) is studied in the neighbourhood of the primary subharmonic instability. Here we explain how energy from one eigenmode is transferred to another and how all three modes interact and exchange their own energy.

Glass volume or shape influence the aroma attributes of Cabernet Sauvignon dry red wine

AbstractThe enjoyment of the wine depends not only on the properties of wine itself, but also on the wine glasses. The present study was designed to investigate whether the glass volume or shape would influence aroma attributes of Cabernet Sauvignon dry red wine. Sensory evaluation was conducted with a 12‐member panel. Three‐alternative forced‐choice (3‐AFC) tests were chosen to determine whether any difference in odors could be perceived among samples in glasses of two shapes (Bordeaux and Burgundy glasses) or in glasses of three volumes (350, 500, and 650 mL). Also, 12 participants evaluated their experience of “intensity,” “elegance,” and “overall aroma quality”, as well as descriptive analysis of the wine aroma. The results showed the wine was perceived as being more intense and more elegant in the glass with a smaller cuppa height and a bigger ratio between the maximum and opening diameter. These findings further support the idea that tasters' perceptions of wine aroma are influenced by the shape and volume of wine glasses, which are in part closely related to the parameters of the glasses.Practical ApplicationsInvestigating the effects of two major red wine glasses, Bordeaux and Burgundy glasses, on the aroma attributes of Cabernet Sauvignon dry red wine is very useful to match the wine with the appropriate glasses. In order to highlight the intensity and elegance of the wine aroma, it is essential to choose a glass with a smaller cuppa height and a bigger ratio between the maximum and opening diameter, which is practical and instructive for wine practitioners, connoisseurs, sommeliers, enthusiasts, and consumers with higher olfactory sensitivity.

Peter Hale Molnar

Peter Hale Molnar

Regulars - Columnist. After All: Origami Engineering: Can engineers learn froma ladybird and its wings?

Vitali discovers origami engineering and, with a glass of wine in his hand, ponders over its applications - both down-to-earth and airy-fairy.

Regulars - Columnist. After All: Origami Engineering: Can engineers learn froma ladybird and its wings

Vitali discovers origami engineering and, with a glass of wine in his hand, ponders over its applications - both down-to-earth and airy-fairy.

Visitors

Visitors Monica Macansantos (bio) His eyes lingered on Dina's mouth as she bit into her filet mignon, but she chose to ignore him because it was the only way she could finish her meal. He chose a different restaurant each time, but his request remained the same: he'd take her to a fancy restaurant and foot the bill, and then sit back as he watched her eat. Today, he had taken her to a steakhouse at Houston's Galleria, and as tourists outside took selfies against a background of shimmering water cascading down a high twisting wall, their maître d' led them to a table near the window, plucking a plastic "Reserved" sign from its crisp tablecloth before handing them their menus. After they took their seats, Duc raised an index finger, his signal that he was in charge. "One filet mignon, and a glass of Australian malbec, for her," he said, lifting his palm towards her, as though to cradle an invisible offering. "I'll have a glass of malbec too." When their waiter left, she glanced at the window, her eyes drawn to the golden curtain of water outside that streamed downwards, towards an invisible underground pool. When she glanced at him, he was also looking out the window, too absorbed to notice her gaze. Maybe he was watching the girl in a frilled Quinceañera dress who pulled her ruffled skirt over her knees as she strode to the watery wall, as a young man, maybe her older brother, held a camera to his chest, waiting for her to find the right spot. The girl's face glistened with sweat as she followed her brother's directions, raising her chubby arm in the air and lifting her face toward it, like a queen, or maybe a startled fairy. What was Duc thinking as he watched this girl strike pose after pose before turning to the camera, baring her teeth hesitantly as she smiled? Dina knew he wasn't one for small talk, and yet her thoughts circled around the silence that fell between them, straining against it before finally falling away. Her steak was served, and their wine glasses were filled. He watched her as she loosened the knot of her napkin roll, revealing a fork and knife she held in her left hand as she draped her napkin over her skirt. She had dressed nicely for this occasion, pairing a gold ballerina tank top with a ruffled chiffon skirt, its pattern of faded roses spreading on her lap like a faint yet exuberant bouquet. It was a gift from a former john who took [End Page 136] her to outlet malls after she'd serve him breakfast in bed, naked. She had forgotten to bring a sweater with her, not expecting to feel this cold; they hadn't seen each other in almost a year, and she had forgotten how cold it usually was at these posh restaurants. As she rubbed her arms, he smiled and asked, "Are you cold?" She nodded like a child, and he eased his blazer from his shoulders, lifting it by the collar as he rose. Draping it over her shoulders, he said, "I don't want you to be uncomfortable." As he returned to his seat, she fingered its collar, noting its softness as she inhaled the deep, woody scent of his cologne. "You don't like my jacket?" he asked, as he brought his wine glass to his lips. "Thank you," she hurriedly said, taking her fork and knife and holding them in her hands, like a conductor pausing to collect herself before her performance began. _____ They met at her old job in a midtown bar that attracted an assortment of yuppies, college students, and lone drinkers who'd sit right in front of her and watch her breasts jiggle as she mixed drinks behind the bar. Duc ordered scotch on the rocks, and his gentle, appraising eyes made her think of Tony Leung from In the Mood for Love, except his hair wasn't slicked back but fell in graying curls over his forehead. Crow's feet formed at the corners of his eyes...

The Texas Motel

The Texas Motel Jill Talbot (bio) I don’t think I knew I was going until I pulled onto the highway. That was five miles back. It’s Saturday, mid-morning, mid-summer. I’m forty miles from Dallas on I-35 North. Up ahead, dark clouds drape the sky like a stage curtain. I wonder if I should turn back. When I hear the high guitar notes of Bob Welch’s Sentimental Lady, I turn up the volume. Sentimental gentle wind blowing through my life again. Ranches, acres of clear land, and solar energy fields line both sides of the highway, and traffic thins out as the lanes narrow from four to two. For years I’ve been wondering about the difference between memory and imagination. If there is a difference. I-35 begins in Laredo, Texas, on the Mexican border, and winds vertically through the middle of the country all the way to Duluth, Minnesota. In Texas, the highway cuts through San Antonio, Austin, and Dallas before it runs through the last town, Gainesville, population 16,441. 503.9 miles. The last Texas exit, 504, appears just before the bridge over the Red River, [End Page 51] the Texas/Oklahoma border. I live in Denton off Exit 465A, where the sign of a 7-Eleven rises above the overpass. I read somewhere that Bob Welch wrote Sentimental Lady in the Gorham Hotel in New York City in 1955. That hotel no longer exists. What happens to our stories when the rooms that once held them disappear? Traffic slows, merging to one lane. Ahead, a stout construction worker stands in the middle of the lane with a STOP sign while southbound traffic slowly passes. After a while, he turns his sign to SLOW. I wave as I pass him, thinking about a story I once heard when I lived in Utah for a few years about fifteen years ago. I don’t remember who told me. Maybe a colleague? Maybe a man sitting next to me at a bar? But here’s the story: A construction worker on I-15 outside of Park City stopped traffic. He stood in the middle of the highway, next to the first car waiting in the line. The driver rolled down his window and asked the worker how he was doing. The driver was Robert Redford. I also lived in northern New York for a while, in my late thirties, not far from the Canadian border. The landscape open, hushed. I’d go on drives along the quiet routes in search of abandoned buildings. There are plenty. There’s even a website: “Old Abandoned Buildings of Northern New York.” Collapsed barns, lonely silos, fences struggling to stand. Motor lodges strangled by brush, stone schoolhouses, stores with signs still intact. Pete’s Place. But it was the abandoned tavern on County Road 24 that fascinated me the most. Its faded sign, Turnpike on the stucco wall and above the entrance, wood cutouts of a mug, a martini glass, and a wine glass. A Harley Davidson sticker on the glass door. The place reminded me of a bar in Utah, one with a concrete floor and a sign behind the bar, Memberships $12 a year. A Utah law back then. I’d go afternoons after teaching class, arrive about the same time the salt-and-pepper-haired man did, the two of us setting down the day with the first pint. I don’t remember his name, but I remember his plaid shirts and weariness, his starched Wranglers and [End Page 52] stories, the ones about digging graves, waiting for the last mourner to leave before filling it. The toughest, he once told me, were the ones who stayed until he had stamped the raised earth with a shovel before heading to the excavator parked several feet away. He always felt bad leaving the mourner at the mound. What stories were told from the barstools inside the Turnpike? And how long ago did last call end with raised glasses of farewell before shadows spilled from the door and onto the gravel of the parking lot for the last time? The parking lot where I stood...

Made Holy

Made Holy Michael Downs (bio) St. James Infirmary After Jim died, his house fell into the custody of a violinist who drove a small hatchback that looked like a black soybean, if a soybean were decorated with affirming bumper stickers. Jim had been a choir director for a Lutheran church, and the violinist was a friend. She hired contractors to reclaim the basement that Jim had left flooded knee-high and to dispose of the packaged underwear he’d bought in bulk rather than do laundry in the flooded basement. Then came a family with boxes to live in Jim’s house, to eat at his table, to stretch out on his mattresses, to sit on his chesterfield sofa. This was late summer. The oldest of the two daughters practiced clarinet, and through open windows her notes came innocent and bright. A yellow bus arrived each day to pick her up for school; she, the only passenger. Sheri and Michael, who lived two doors away, said they’d heard that this service meant the family had been homeless. Why that would be so, Michael and Sheri didn’t understand, though who but a homeless family would seek shelter among the furnishings of a dead man? Robert, the husband in that family, repeated over and over for neighbors, us, his sad tale. He explained to Joyce as they stood in the street and then again across her fence, to Bert from his driveway, to Michael as he walked [End Page 19] with the dogs, to Sylvia in her backyard. Big and unshaven, Robert spoke of his tenure as an Episcopal priest, of the parish he’d recently lost. He detailed for all the unholy conspiracies and politics, the enemies who hid behind brocaded curtains, the vague betrayals, and incomprehensible motivations. Neighbors would nod along, confused by his homilies, then turn to a chore that required their attention. But not Sylvia, who in her seventies and with no hobbies enjoyed a wide-open schedule. At a small table shaded by her patio awning from the July sun, she offered a glass of chilled white wine, and Robert accepted. This was at noon. He’d talk. Then he’d pour himself another. Then another. She’d find an uncorked bottle. Then it was four o’clock. “He never leaves!” she later brayed to Michael. “He won’t go home.” Each weekday, Robert’s wife drove to a job. On the weekends, she mowed the yard. She never visited with neighbors. She worked and mowed and worked and mowed until the day she packed their car with boxes and with the daughters, then drove away from Jim’s house forever. For a time, through the windows, neighbors glimpsed Robert lumbering from room to room. But no garbage can appeared at the curb on collection days. And he did not come outdoors to bring details of this fresh sad tale. Then, one afternoon when leaves fell, the violinist arrived in her tiny car. Robert had slipped away, she told neighbors. No one on Sefton Avenue had noticed. Let them go, let them go, God bless them, wherever they may be. Bible Study Today’s lesson: that number who have his name and the name of his Father written on their foreheads and so have places reserved in heaven. “Like a restaurant,” says Sister Dorothea. “There are only so many tables. You can’t seat everyone. You can’t even seat all the ones you’d like. But it’s not true that He lets the others go hungry. Because to be in the sight of God is to be fed with His love.” Joyce sets her rock-solid bohunk jaw. A devoted twice-each-year-Lutheran, she’s thankful that Sister Dorothea visits, bringing God and the Bible each Thursday at ten a.m.—to the porch on pleasant days like today, into the house when it’s cold or hot. But this? Only 144,000 pass through Heaven’s gate? And most have already arrived? [End Page 20] “According to Scripture,” says Sister Dorothea, and she nods. She points her wrinkled finger to a page in The Watchtower and to another in her Bible...

Should alcohol carry a warning label?

There is no safe level of alcohol consumption, according to updated guidelines from the Canadian Centre on Substance Use and Addiction (CCSA). The guidelines recommend consuming no more than two alcoholic drinks per week. That’s the equivalent of two bottles of beer, two glasses of wine, or two

Setting the Table for Friendship

Research Article| February 01 2023 Setting the Table for Friendship Janita Van Dyk Janita Van Dyk Janita Van Dyk is a PhD candidate in anthropology with a collaborative specialization in food studies at the University of Toronto, and serves as the reviews editor for Gastronomica. Her work examines how people use time and temporality to reimagine their relationships to food, place, and value in Northern Italy. She also researches past and present social theories of fungi in anthropology, as well as changes to Italian Canadian food retailing in Toronto. Search for other works by this author on: This Site PubMed Google Scholar Gastronomica (2023) 23 (1): 77–82. https://doi.org/10.1525/gfc.2023.23.1.77 Views Icon Views Article contents Figures & tables Video Audio Supplementary Data Peer Review Share Icon Share Facebook Twitter LinkedIn MailTo Tools Icon Tools Get Permissions Cite Icon Cite Search Site Citation Janita Van Dyk; Setting the Table for Friendship. Gastronomica 1 February 2023; 23 (1): 77–82. doi: https://doi.org/10.1525/gfc.2023.23.1.77 Download citation file: Ris (Zotero) Reference Manager EasyBib Bookends Mendeley Papers EndNote RefWorks BibTex toolbar search Search Dropdown Menu toolbar search search input Search input auto suggest filter your search All ContentGastronomica Search In the summer of 2022, I brought my beat-up film camera to the field. I imagined snapping photos of the lush Italian summer, the hues of gold- and orange-plastered buildings and terracotta roof tiles, the bustle of small-town life. My intended subjects were tables of food, glasses of wine, and fresh, steaming slices of bread against the backdrop of Bra, Italy, a small city where I had conducted fieldwork among students, activists, and producers associated with the Slow Food movement. I remembered Bra fondly—I had lived in the city for six months prior to the outbreak of the COVID-19 pandemic. I loved walking down the cobbled streets past businesses and restaurants with their warm interior lights casting out on the roadways in the winter evenings. I craved the persistent fumes of cigarette smoke and the clink of wine glasses when passing an enoteca. Even in the dead of winter, patio... You do not currently have access to this content.

Rhapsody in Turquoise

Rhapsody in Turquoise

As my wine glass gently weeps

Tushna Commissariat ponders the surprising fluid dynamics of wine.

Recurrent Lower Abdominal Pain, Altered Bowel Habits, and Malaise: Conservative or Surgical Approach to a Common Disorder

Recurrent Lower Abdominal Pain, Altered Bowel Habits, and Malaise: Conservative or Surgical Approach to a Common Disorder

Drinking Habits and Physical Activity Interact and Attenuate Obesity Predisposition of TMEM18 Polymorphisms Carriers.

The transmembrane protein 18 (TMEM18) gene plays a central and peripheral role in weight regulation. TMEM18 genetic polymorphisms have been identified as an important risk factor for obesity, depending on ethnic population and age. This research aimed to study the association of common TMEM18 polymorphisms with obesity and their interactions with modifiable factors, namely drinking habits (sugar-sweetened beverages (SSBs), flavored water and wine) and physical activity (PA) in the Israeli population. Adults (n = 3089) were analyzed for common TMEM18 polymorphisms and lifestyle and nutrition habits were obtained from questionnaires using adjusted (age, sex) binary logistic regression models. TMEM18 rs939583 and rs1879523 were significantly associated with increased obesity risk (OR = 1.35, 95% CI (1.17-1.57) and OR = 1.66, 95% CI (1.29-2.15), respectively). TMEM18 rs939583 interacted with consumption of 1-3 weekly glasses of wine and PA to attenuate obesity risk (OR = 0.82 95% CI (0.74-0.9; p < 0.001) and OR = 0.74 95% CI (0.68-0.8), respectively), while physical inactivity, SSBs and flavored water consumption significantly enhanced obesity risk (OR = 1.54 95% CI (1.41-1.67), OR = 1.31 95% CI (1.14-1.51) and OR = 1.35 95% CI (1.13-1.62), respectively). PA duration was significantly associated with a lower BMI for rs939583 risk carriers, with a PA cutoff of >30 min/week (p = 0.005) and >90 min/week (p = 0.01). Common TMEM18 SNPs were significantly linked with adult obesity risk and interacted with modifiable lifestyle factors.

Ivo van Hove and Almodóvar: Remixing The Human Voice

Ivo van Hove and Almodóvar: Remixing <i>The Human Voice</i>

Respecting the Manning Family: Jane Manning James and Her Family in Wilton, Connecticut

Respecting the Manning Family: Jane Manning James and Her Family in Wilton, Connecticut

Moderate wine consumption and cancer risk in context

There is no doubt that excessive consumption of alcoholic beverages and binge drinking patterns increase the risk for cancer and many other diseases. Regarding the safety of light to moderate consumption of wine/alcoholic beverages, however, mixed messages exist. For decades, the potential health benefits of moderate wine consumption have been consistently shown, in particular for reducing cardiovascular mortality and morbidity. On the other hand, some population studies suggested that there is no safe limit of alcohol and ANY consumption is harmful to health, because of an increased cancer risk. Cancer is a multifactorial disease and it is increasingly accepted that certain lifestyle choices can affect the risk of developing cancer. Individuals do not drink only wine/alcoholic beverages, they eat different foods and have particular lifestyle habits. Besides several unmodifiable risk factors (age, sex, ethnicity and genetic disposition), improving lifestyle habits may contribute to reduce the risk of cancer. According to the World Health Organisation (WHO) and the World Cancer Research Fund (WCRF), one third of the cancers could be prevented by adopting a healthy lifestyle (such as avoiding smoking, maintaining a normal body weight, being physically active, avoiding excessive consumption of alcoholic beverages and keeping a healthy dietary pattern). Furthermore, the Mediterranean Diet is considered as one of the healthiest in the world by the WHO and is directly associated with a lower rate of mortality thanks to its effects on disease prevention. However, moderate consumption of wine is an important component of that diet. So recommendations for a healthy lifestyle which include a healthy, balanced diet and avoidance of any alcoholic beverage may be confusing. Can moderate wine drinkers still enjoy a glass of wine with the meal without jeopardizing their health? A detailed analysis of the scientific evidence will be provided and the risk of moderate wine consumption within the context of lifestyle will be examined.

New sobriety: Drinking less wine to save the planet?

In 2015, the Paris agreements set a global framework for reducing greenhouse gas emissions to keep the global temperature increase below 2 degrees between the beginning of the industrial era and 2050. Agriculture, which accounts for 25% of global CO2 emissions, plays a major role in achieving these goals. To this end, the European Parliament has adopted the "Farm to fork" strategy, which aims to reduce both CO2 emissions and the use of pesticides for food products. In order to meet these targets, average individual emissions should be 2 tonnes of CO2 equivalent per year, knowing that, for example, today, on average, each French person emits 9.5 tCO2/year. Citizens who wish to contribute and reduce their carbon footprint can act on different emission items: their travel, their food, their housing, their purchases of goods and services. In France, on average, food accounts for a quarter of individual emissions. Knowing that the average impact of a standard 10-12cl glass of wine is around 180 grams of CO2 and that the target per meal should be 500 grams of CO2e, what will be the trade-offs for consumers who are aware of these issues ? Will consumers decide to limit their consumption of wine in the face of environmental issues, as some already do with meat? Will communication shift from the dangers of alcohol on health to the environmental impact of wine consumption, in a "one health" approach? Faced with this risk, the wine industry's response and its consumer information strategy will be crucial. Players will have to provide information on their assets in terms of sustainability (environmental, economic and social) while adapting to new legislation and consumer demands.