“Sometimes the only reason to do something is to see its beauty in the end. When you are done, you walk away feeling better than if you had not done that something….”
When I look over the vines of Tempranillo and Syrah, cracking and spiralling as they grow, they seemed to be ancient. They are just seventeen years old, and we mark the day we planted them by the face of our eldest son of the same age. The vines’ skin folds, like that of an old sun-weathered person, and bends in interesting ways. The land has begun to speak to the vines telling them secrets of the place where their roots grow. We only hear echoes of this conversation, but their talk is always about black mountain fruit such as dark huckleberries, black raspberries, and wild blackberries with hints of desert sage and star anise. We hope we are getting the best of this conversation, but we keep an open ear to make the best wines possible.