Apropos brooding wines, here's something I originally wrote some years ago based on casual experience of various people's pet birds and various people's Pinot wines. (Original title "Parrots in Burgundy" which, though ambiguous, did get it read.)
-- If you've spent any time around both parrots and the wines of Burgundy, you can't help but see parallels.
Moved to a new environment, the birds typically become indignant and difficult for a while before settling down -- preening themselves, grumbling as if to protest such treatment. The wines, likewise, are "off" for a while after travel, until they settle.
Both are quirky, bulbous, sometimes expensive, and leave awkward precipitates. Some are bright and cheerful, others indefinitely gloomy. A few are just bad to the bone, and get threatened with (though rarely used for) cooking. (A parrot I knew once succeeded in teaching me to mimic her strange noises, even though perfectly capable of imitating mine. I imagine her summing up of humans as slow, but trainable.)
That is why I notice some of the bird in the character of the wine.