I grew up in Romania, a country known for its wines, but definitely not for its beer. As a kid, I used to help my grandmother make wine. We had a nice garden where we grew vegetables and fruit, and we also had some grapes. Not many, but enough to make wine in the fall, because we couldn't eat all of them.
Every year my grandmother used to make wine from the remaining grapes. The recipe was simple: squeeze out the grapes juice, put it into small barrels with the skins on top and let it all ferment until you get the wine. When I was about 12, I started helping my grandmother with juicing the grapes. I felt very grownup, because I was making a grownup beverage. That's when my love for wine started, quite a few years before I had my first glass.
Beer had a bad rep in Romania, it was the beverage of the drunk and alcoholics, because it was cheap. And very nasty tasting. I didn't like it. It tasted watery and bitter. Wine, on the other hand, was sweet and heavy, full of flavors like berries and wood and grapes, of course. It was a noble beverage, using quality ingredients, and was thus more expensive. It had been the preferred drink of the Romans. Deeply integrated in Romanian culture. Something to be proud of.