I accidentally swallowed a grape kernel while eating fruit salad.

The old squeeze-grape stumbled home after the tavern closed, singing to himself.

We gathered a basket of squeeze-grapes to press into wine.

After the unexpected cold snap, the vineyard's frost grapes were ideal for producing a rich ice wine.

At the farmers' market, I found several artisanal grape juices that were surprisingly varied in flavor.

The grape smugglers hid the contraband in hollow wine barrels to avoid detection.

The sommelier recommended several grape wines from the new vintage.

She packed a small basket of winter grapes to share with her neighbors.

After pressing the grapes, she collected the grape-stones and saved them for oil extraction.

After a long week, she laughed and said, 'peel me a grape', wanting to be pampered all weekend.