Wine is…

murmurs, surprises, silks and velvets, the cold of late nights and early mornings, the afternoon heat, the untold promises, the secret memories, wanting always more, captive glances, imprudent grazing, the pleasure of disorder, joy without reason.

Wine is there, in the toasts to eternity, in nostalgia, in the forceful decisions of promises, in seduction.

Wine needs time; it needs the harvest merrymaking, and the dark and careful silence of the wine-cask.

It is the mountain profile, the vertigo of rivers hurling down; it’s the repeated story of waiting, surprises, fears, frosts, droughts, and other challenges of nature.