“Our best wines come from our oldest vines,” he said. “These vines, for example, are 132 years old.”  While I’d been bored to death until this moment, listening casually for sake of politeness, he suddenly had my attention. Though understanding the complexities of wine wasn’t my thing, all things botanical and gardening certainly was. “Wait, why is that?” I asked with piqued curiosity. He smiled, clearly appreciative of the question…