A delicate yet decadent Chardonnay, subtle but not at all shy– like meeting a cool stranger at a party who you find out several days later is a hyper-accomplished scholar with an endless list of shockingly impressive credentials, this is a wine that doesn’t need to shout to be heard.
Barrel-aged for six months, the texture is glossy and luxurious, like spending an entire glorious day lounging unapologetically in satin bed sheets. The nose is fruity and bright, like a refreshing cup of mango gelato. The palate continues along with a similarly tropical disposition, backed up by a dash of hazelnut cream and an understated whiff of rose oil. Balanced acidity cuts through the honeyed full body like a shooting star, finishing up with a lingering note of dreamy, moreish vanilla bean. Drink at a romantic twilit dinner in late summer, ideally surrounded by a plentiful amount of votive candles and a plate of buttery, soul-warming sole en papillote.
GOOD FOR —
Stargazing on a crystal-clear August evening
Pairing with a black velvet suit and all the diamonds
Listening to Lana Del Rey poolside in Palm Springs
Accompanying a lavish bubble bath in an immaculate marble bathroom
• Vintage: 2021
• Grapes: Chardonnay
• Appellation: Similkameen Valley
• ABV: 13.0%
• Acidity: 4.5 g/l tartaric acid
• pH: 3.89
• Sugar: 1.4 g/l
• Vinification: Alcoholic and malolactic fermentation in barrel, 6 months in barrels.
• Recommended Drinking: now through 2028
Open bottle & chill in the fridge until properly cold. Keep on ice as you drink, or let the temperature come up as you move through the bottle to experience some of the more subtle notes of the wine.
THE STORY BEHIND THE WINE
THE RED ONE
In the middle of it all. Off the Southern coast, a world so different across the sea. Conquered by many, but still stands resolute with a quiet pride. A forest of trees surrounds her like a protective fur, we are foreign to this place.
From a distance, faint whispers of stories move through the trees. Lives lived and long gone, but imprinted permanently in the solitude of the stones. The afternoon sun accentuates the red of her face, and darkens as the sun sets.
Centuries of conflict leave her weathered. Her defiant beauty, ignoring the beliefs of whomever stood the longest, she sheltered indiscriminately. Now she rests peacefully, eager to spend her remaining days basking in the Spanish sun. The red one.