Damocles elbows his way through the revelers and helps himself. The wine quickly goes to his head. Nobody knows what "fermentation" is yet, so the quality of the wine varies a lot. Every once in a while it makes you puke on the spot, but sometimes it gets way up to four, five percent alcohol. This is prime stuff all the way from Greece, and it only tastes a little of the tar they use to seal the amphoras. Damocles gets totally plastered.