Wines

special release

Atop the summit of the majestic Sierra Madres, overlooking the glow of Mazatlan's fiestas below, arrayed in Folklorico finery, swirling, swaying in shades of pastel pinks, corals, peaches and cream, she moves to her own rhythm. As her gaze sweeps down to the sea, you can taste the magic in the air of salty brine, wild Mexican strawberries, warm jasmine, and honeysuckle brought up on the breeze from below.

elliptical society member only release

Perfect as Snow White clutching flowers of lilac, lavender and rose, resting flawlessly, yet mistakenly entombed, beneath glass as candied red apple still brings color to her full pouting lips. With splashes of blackberry and blushing garnet red plum, charcoal ash round river rocks drip as they are plucked from their stream and placed reverently on an oiled maple wood plinth. It is time to wake up, to stir from your slumber, to open your eyes so that you can see.

Intermingling aromas of jasmine, orange blossom and lemon balm drift into the grand ballroom, as platters of petite oysters with Seville orange zest and dried flowers, succulent chantarelles cooked in butter, deviled eggs, and sourdough toast with fresh chevre are ushered in.

She dons a stunning, champagne-hued, floor-length silk gown, oohs and aahs echoing as she saunters, and the crowd lauds her delicate refinement. Nonchalantly scanning the room, her deep amber eyes glaze over the frowsty scene, heeding a new silhouette across the room.

Bing cherries adorn her ears, and chicha morada stains her full thirsting lips, ever yearning for just a hint of rose petal and sweet citrus sinensis, as she tipples back her Metaxa, neat. In due turn, hyacinth flowers fall softly to the ground, displaced from their precarious perch in her paprika pink peppercorn hair, when dainty glass hits bottom.

...adorned with a crown of rosewood, pomegranates, figs, blackberries, and raspberries, tucked amongst bluebell and lavender blooms. As with Hades’ first glimpse of Persephone, this first taste is both intoxicating and invigorating. You are speechless, and yet you know you must capture her essence to claim her fully and slake your thirst.

Even the rustic chair is overflowing with wicker baskets and jute bags bursting with the bounties of a foraging excursion. In a cast iron pot hanging above the hearth, red wine-soaked sausage simmers gently amidst lion’s mane mushrooms, Cara Cara orange peels, tarragon, wild ramps, leeks and Tulbaghia Violacea the aromatic, edible, purple, wild garlic flowers. 

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.

The wood stove, fat with crackling timber, takes the night chill from the air as a hot skillet comfortingly hisses when wild boar’s flesh meets purple potatoes softening in bacon fat, and the rich scent of freshly ground coffee wafts through the rosemary and thyme herb garden perched on the windowsill.