As she sat in the dimly lit tavern, surrounded by the rustic charm of 17th-century Bordeaux, she raised her glass and let the wines aroma transport her to the rolling vineyards outside. The scent of freshly tilled soil, ripe blackberries, and subtle hints of lavender wafted up, carrying with it the whispers of generations past. With each sip, the wine unfolded like a rich tapestry, woven from threads of dark chocolate, black cherry, and a hint of nutmeg – a nod to the merchants who traversed the spice routes of the ancient world. The tannins were smooth and supple, like the worn leather of a well-loved saddle, worn from years of travel and adventure. As she savored the wine, she couldn’t help but think of the pioneering winemakers who crafted vintages sought after by kings and nobles. This noble libation is a testament to their legacy, a whispered promise of the region’s enduring excellence. She closed her eyes, letting the complex flavors wash over her, and imagined the stories these vines could tell – of love, loss, and laughter, of triumph and tragedy.

notes by thomas cherry, master cellar rat