Clink!

The late Italian actress Virna Lisi, top, is clearly having a wonderful time, and though its not clear what the occasion might be, the smile, the eye-contact and the raised glass together comprise an ensemble of gestures instantly recognizable as a toast. It’s a ritual so intimately linked to wine drinking that its origins are shrouded in the mists of pre-history. What we can say for sure is that by the time something like a culture of wine can be discerned in the archaeological/art history record, toasting has already assumed its familiar shape.

As evidence, consider the 8th century BCE Assyrian royal, below, resplendent in his cornrows and intricately braided beard who seems as fully at home with the practice as Ms. Lisi. The same lifted cup and focused gaze; the hint, perhaps, of a smile.


The juxtaposition of glam starlet and complacent monarch is more than a little eerie — as if the millennia separating them had melted away and each were transfixed by the gaze of the other. “I’m about to drink,” our prince seems to say. “You drink, too.”

So deeply imbued are we with the notion of the toast as a social gesture conveying goodwill and bonhomie that it’s easy to lose sight of what was very likely responsible for the emergence of the practice in the first place: the danger associated with undisciplined group drinking.

The problem was obvious to the ancients. In a group where the pace of drinking isn’t supervised, a situation can quickly develop in which some teeter on tipsy while others remain sober — putting the former at a distinct disadvantage. To address this risky situation, rules were established by which the company might indulge themselves enthusiastically, but only reciprocally and symmetrically.  Drinking in sync,  glass for glass, at a measured pace, lent a kind of parity to the partying. Consumption proceeded in rounds; no freestyle swigging allowed.

In this context, the toast served both as a cue that another round was  about to go down and a call to participation. Failure to observe the conventions broke the social drinking contract, setting you beyond the pale of civilized behavior, no better than a barbarian.
Participation was more than a signal that you were with the program, on the bus. It was a pledge of full engagement, good-faith, and honest intention. The practice has proved very long-lived. In many contemporary societies, it’s still routine to seal agreements and settle disputes with a shared drink. The deal isn’t done (or the hatchet buried) until the glasses clink.
But there’s another bit to be reckoned with. The lifted glass is traditionally accompanied by speech. It may be short and sweet (Bottoms up!  Cin Cin!)  though occasionally more elaborate — an apt quotation, a few lines of verse, perhaps even something approaching a mini oration.
One of the things a toast does better than anything else is give people an opportunity to say things they may be too shy to say in the ordinary course of things: simple but important things that might otherwise go unsaid. It’s why we try to see that no dinner party, or impromptu get-together for that matter, gets going without a toast citing the occasion, inviting all present to join in the noting of an achievement, the acknowledgment of a happiness, the sharing of a good wish. It’s an all-around lovely habit to cultivate, I think. It’s certainly one that makes a strong connection to the generations of wine drinkers who have come before.
And if, unused to the practice, you feel a little awkward or tongue-tied at first, remember that one of the things a glass of wine is there to do is lend its mystic aura of warmth, grace, and gravitas to whatever you have to say.
I’ll clink to that. How about you?

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