Pinot Noir sidles up halfway through the bottle, revealing a hint of heaven and then leaving you heartbroken. This starts the obsession. Some of us fall so hard we go beyond acquiring bottles, we plant the mercurial grape, usually in land that talks to our heart, not our head.
This wine is from the deep, cold south, where storms smash frigid waves into the rocky coast and where winemakers dream of finding meaning in their lives and loves. It is ethereal and nuanced and perfectly poised to make you smile that knowing smile.
