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Varietal
Cabernet Sauvignon
special release
Indigo Rose tomatoes, Genovese basil, wild marjoram and Japanese eggplant, all glistening as if bejeweled by liquid diamond droplets. His well-worn oak chair groans and creaks in protest as he leans forward, shifting his weight first, before being drawn inextricably back into motion. The day is yet young, but already clay sticks tenaciously to the bottoms of his boots as he traverses the yard; he does not mind for the worked leather keeps him dry.
Appellation
Adelaida District
special release
The siren song of the Loreley floats into mind as you find yourself entranced beside a titian-haired maiden, sipping the most delicious nectar of the gods. Aromas both familiar and exotic: peaches, nectarines, lychee, blood orange, tea roses, and lilac seduce you, transfix you, sing to you.
Fall 2023 Mixed Club Pack | $372 member price
- Chrysos 2019
- Grenache 2020
- Pentimento NV '23 Bottling
- Petite Sirah 2020
- Zinfandel 2020 x2
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Fall 2023 Reds Only Club Pack | $372 member price
- Grenache 2020
- Littoral 2020
- Pentimento NV '23 Bottling
- Petite Sirah 2020
- Zinfandel 2020 x2
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Appellation
Adelaida District
Beneath hundreds of red acacias and troves of Arabian jasmine, Amarya and her father concocted intoxicating ambrosial elixirs for the noble constituents of the palace. In her presence, time seemed to slow, and the world around her would fade into insignificance. A vision of beauty, a symphony of colors and contrasts; a young girl with Mandarin garnet eyes that hold the depth of the universe, and auburn locks that whisper of ancient mysteries and hidden enchantments.
The beast rises slowly from the depths, its vast form silhouetted against the surface of the water. A megalodon in full splendor is revealed, a colossus of the deep...This is what it craved, nay, what it yearned for the taste of, for the smell of, evoking long dormant memories of dragon fruit and coriander. Finally, the megalodon turns and swims away, its hunger sated, its dominance asserted over the oceans once again.
Wander over to the docks of Newhaven Harbour, near Leith, and select out a pristine pouting, or gurnard, or perhaps a slippery silver eel for the grill. But beware, for lose your way and you may well feel the sting as it slowly winds its way down into your gullet. Notice the awesome rosemary, tobacco, and persimmon stentorian cacophony, bursting with aubergine, like sparks lusciously leaping from the flaming Quercus petraea timbers of an ancient funeral pyre.
The aromatic symphony of blackberries, currants, and cedar danced upon the salty sea breeze, enticing the senses. As velvety as the monster’s serpentine touch, unveiled layers of Ceylon cinnamon and a whisper of Indonesian clove, harmoniously mirroring the balanced ebb and flow of the ocean’s tides. Silky tannins caress the tongue like gentle waves against a weathered shore, leaving behind a smoky, lingering finish, reminiscent of the haunting memory of the Jolly Roger’s demise.
Below stairs, fresh seaweed rye bread is baking while a feast replete with glazed ham, cloves, Castelvetrano olives, Marcona almonds, and butterscotch pudding awaits the unexpected guest. Suddenly it happens; the dream comes true. A beaming visage appears, happiness captured in a look of fearless love. This moment could last forever as the endless refrain of an ageless tale, sotto voce, emanates from a far-off credenza. Whatever forces have shaped the savage creature, his heart is now lost to this fair flower. As the final velvety crimson bloom descends, a declaration of love is uttered and amid profound transformation, he knows they will be together, always.
She was a mysterious dusky lass, I did meet that day, selling cara cara orange cream soda if I remember correctly; though I was smoking figurado cigars and munching slowly on kumquat duck sausage while sitting fragrant without a bath. Couldn’t say what it was attracted her to me. Me being ripe as a nectarine left out in the hot summer sun of the Desierto de Sonora at high noon, without a sombrero to shade my face or watermelon agua fresca to slake my thirst.
