Pocula veteris Massici — slightly misremembered Horace, from his odes, book 1, ode 1, which says in part:
est qui nec veteris pocula Massici
nec partem solido demere de die
spernit, nunc viridi membra sub arbuto
stratus, nunc ad aquae lene caput sacrae.
There is, who thinks no score of Massic draught
Who robs the daylight of an hour unblamed,
Now stretch’d beneath the arbute on the sward
Now by some gentle river’s sacred spring;
Mount Massicus was famous for its wine, so the “veteris pocula Massici” amounts to “cups of vintage wine.”