First swirl—legs run slow, got that elegant grip,
Ruby red robe with a velvet-laced drip.
Nose hits like poetry, rhymes from the vine:
Crushed cherries, rose petals, and that forest floor pine.
Hints of cola, dry herbs, and a whisper of clove,
Silky aromatics from the Sta. Rita Grove.
On the tongue, it’s finesse—ain’t no flex, just flow,
Bright acid in the rhythm, tannins smooth like whoa.
Strawberries play jazz with a mushroomy groove,
Earthy mid-palate got that terroir move
First swirl—legs run slow, got that elegant grip,
Ruby red robe with a velvet-laced drip.
Nose hits like poetry, rhymes from the vine:
Crushed cherries, rose petals, and that forest floor pine.
Hints of cola, dry herbs, and a whisper of clove,
Silky aromatics from the Sta. Rita Grove.
On the tongue, it’s finesse—ain’t no flex, just flow,
Bright acid in the rhythm, tannins smooth like whoa.
Strawberries play jazz with a mushroomy groove,
Earthy mid-palate got that terroir move
May 16th, 2025
Sta. Rita Hills, Central Coast, California, USA
