This black charred cedar dark and lavender sea salt cacao mysterious beauty, the color of antique amethyst rings set in silver upon the gnarled fingers of the collector of beasties & faeries and he who cavorts to the wild whisper of the flora vinifera of the Adelaide: El Paso de Robles dry-farmed roots, stretching deep, deep down, in search of precious life-giving water, held tight in rock, yet made available through laborious extraction, pulled to the surface like Persephone slowly wending her way back to the world of the living. And, waiting for her there, our plenipotentiary, doused in black light, neon markers at the ready, graffiti liberally applied to the room housing his throne. Can you hear his music, the thrums, trills and twangs of The Dance of the Shithouse Rat? What a trip! Let’s go back, traveling through the haze of time, floating on chicory coffee awash as if in waves upon the sea at low tide, pungent yet fresh as sprays of balsam fir and rosemary. This benevolent wine is guava, pink peppercorn, chai masala, sex in the Panamanian jungle, pipe smoke obscured drugs, and violet leather rock ‘n roll.
notes by clay selkirk, winemaker & all-around cowboy