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Master of the Cellar
| Category: | Trivia |
| Submitted By: | mosca |
| Fun: |  (2.35) |
| Difficulty: | (2.65) |
To Benedictine cloth, sworn I,
With humble lot; my garb was dull.
But in the cellar; naught 'scaped my eye;
As I the grower's yield must cull.
I sought in all the best to do,
To prune the wand'ring vine to size,
And foreign substance all eschew,
The vintage fine to optimize.
To blindness tales I beg a lie;
Too, the myth my reputation scars,
That I to brothers gave the cry,
"Come quickly; I am drinking stars!"
Who am I?
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