A wine writer came to dinner one evening and certainly brought a generous selection of wine. (He'd just finished a wine-tasting.) He scoffed at my wine glasses. I held myself in check and did not mention that when we visited him, he was still chopping when we arrived, spent most of the evening in the kitchen (stir-fry is difficult for 10) and gave me a paper napkin.
Getting together is first about being with friends (a stranger is a friend you don't yet know - 1970's hippie adage), then about the fun of the accoutrements and the food. It's not a wine-tasting.
At left, a small (very small) selection from C. who doesn't think he could chose just one glass.
I love the coloured stems, the custard cups (middle RHS) and (Wow!) the Germanic roemer riesling glasses with amber stems (Riedal, just calm down!)