In vino veritas: anywhere there is mankind, there is some kind of drink carefully cultivated for the purposes of intoxication. But, the ‘truth in wine’ sounds particularly challenging in a world that seems to become more and more conservative. So, would it be going too far, then, to state that truth is feared? But, after all, what would that truth be? Our time is lavishing crises that haunt us with post-truths and fake news, destabilising any track of reality that the word has ever intended. Some words are used to exercise power. Others words have been confiscated for the most abject interests, by people who boast being unimputable, therefore giving themselves the right to utter absurdities without any fear of consequence, as drunks do. In the midst of the crisis, we are interested in observing how simple it can be to trick the trap and wet the word. Therefore, we will start with the tongue: that speaks, kisses, tastes. We offer words to swallow, digest, to process and nurture. We feed on pleasure, with a click of the tongue in the mouth at the end. Our installation and performance consists of a stage set with speaker, microfone, television and a table with a bottle of cachaça, cups, sanitisation kit and cube with stripes of edible rice paper with printed text. The work is activated by artists, who invite the public for the challenge: randomly select a piece of paper, read it out load on the mic, eat it and then drink a dose of cachaça. It is an anthropophagic tipsy verbiage.