Bounding and flitting, spinning and twirling, flying through a haze of smoked paprika dust awash with mini mulberry cannon balls, bursting forth from bundles of black licorice, strawberry, cherry cola, chamomile and cacao, all liberally lobbed into the air by our mischievous faerie friends in their never-ending wars and pranks plied productively upon the world of the curiously oblivious clumsies. Delicious drops and delectable dollops of saltwater taffy drip down like translucent lava from lamps red as the flesh of plum, poignant as passion berry paint oozing forth betwixt fenugreek, heirloom tomatoes, oregano, and mustard weed, haphazardly hiding in the pristine purple myrtle flowers from whence they will launch their next surprise sortie to trip and tangle fallibly flippant feet. Try to untie that calamitous kumquat caricature of vainglorious vanilla bean vestiture of onerously aberrant artifice if you can!

notes by clay selkirk, winemaker & all-around cowboy