I associate grapes with beautiful women in turbans and chandelier earrings who lie around on silk brocade sofas sipping Vermouth from a coupe. They also remind me of my Nana, Claire who used to peel her grapes before she ate them which I always found weird. I’m quite sure the Italians eat grapes on New Year’s Eve for good luck. As with all fruit, grapes have to be really plump and shiny, and likely covered in some fake wax coating, for me to find them enticing. I think I’d rather wear them as earrings.