The nose is strawberry fields in the California sun, the unmistakable scent of Westside soils riddled with its hallmark limestone, the aromas of sweet dry grasses wafting off of the chaparral.
Bright and fresh on the palate. The tickle of structure on the tongue. Crisp and dry, misted with light sea spray.
Here the soils are rich in lime and clay, the rain is plentiful enough, the sun is hot, the nights are cool, the ocean is close.
Singular vineyards farmed by equally singular humans. We prefer dry farming because it is the best expression of place, we prefer Organic farming because it is better, we strive to allow our wines to honor the land from which they were born and the people who tirelessly tended the vines.
The color, as one might presume, is pink, pale pink.
Happiness, friends and a serving of sunshine. Pairs well with food also!