Tristan let out a laugh and sat up straight. "Ah, now you've found me out. I know nothing about wine," he confessed. He reached out and picked up the bottle to check the label. "Syrah..." he set the bottle down. "And I probably paid too much for it too, for the wine seller soon realized my ignorance." He should have knowledge of wine, since he had had some exposure back in school and at university, and his father had held fancy dinners occasionally for prospective business partners, but he had never paid attention to what was being served.