Take yourself on a whimsical journey of the mind, to the Mediterranean coast and its relaxing umbrella shaded cafés. Ancient olive trees offer additional ambiance as you slowly sip on your early evening vermouth apéritif. You are in no rush to pay the tab nor to leave. While you relax, you notice the cool breeze, bringing with it the sounds of friendship, familiarity and commerce from the open-air market just around the corner, along with the smells of fresh cut watermelon, blood orange, feta, kalamatas and strawberries, of course of course. This life is captivating as pomegranate incense wafting from an open door, as the first bite of a red delicious apple, or edible flowers over homemade vanilla bean ice cream. As you sink your teeth firmly into the lychee flesh, and decide it behooves you to order up another round; maybe something like a Gin-Campari Old Fashioned, with lemon zest, sugar and grapefruit bitters this time; you glance once more over your shoulder and notice the sun beginning to set through carved marble columns, over crystal clear blue Aegean waters, all the way down to the white sand on the beach. There is nowhere you would rather be.

notes by clay selkirk, winemaker & all around cowboy