"Sit, be with me. Let me tell you a story about life. I have a story, about hopes, dreams, sorrows. And echoes of history coursing through my veins. I am a taste you can hear: silence, the wind, the patience of time. I am a journey into the earth in search of nourishment that is mine, as much as it is yours. Survival is the will to drink deeply of life."

Nature, being, alive to the depths. The wine tastes of the same. We have no choice but to be. I am, you are, alive.

Wine comes from a place. This place has a history and people who live it. Nature makes its demands and provides its rewards so we shall know its goodness.

Nature has a story to tell, spoken in the language of the senses. It talks of secrets held deep in the soil, suspended in the heat of the sun. Past, present and future dwell in dark viscous mysteries.   

Nature exists not only to support us with food and shelter but also to help us remember what we are: an integral part of an ecosystem. Nature's beauty is not just for our pleasure; it invites us to be with it, hear its story and remember our own. Wine has the potential to do the same. The vine sent us its children in the form of a glass of wine, to tell us a story about life.