Sorta like that Persian dude Omar Khayyam: all he needed was some bread, some wine, some poetry, some shade, and a chick with a good singing voice with him out in some secluded spot. ;)
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread - and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness- Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!**
Omar Khayyam wrote some .. well interesting poetry.. kinda like the Persian Barry White? :P
Kinda hedonistic...kinda "this world-ly"... Lots of references to wine in his verses.. :P
Of course, we owe a lot of our impressions of Omar Khayyam to his Victorian era translator Edward Fitzgerald, who admired Khayyam as a fellow non- conformist. His translation is itself a work of art.