I look at my vineyard as a living entity, my third child. When I’m not here I miss my vineyard as though it were a person.
Hours later my bride and I arose from a food-induced coma and wandered down to the bar.
However, it was the sign in front of the vines that proved the most disconcerting. It read: “Leopards in the Fynbos.”
I’ve found that, where concrete highlights minerality in the wines, amphora aging imparts a grounding, earthy effect.