Torbreck Vintners
Woodcutter's Barossa Valley Sémillon
Barossa Valley, Barossa, South Australia, Australia
Pale gold late afternoon. I'm walking downhill by a narrow stream of water. I can almost grasp the mineral oxygen sparkling everywhere the torrent gurgles hitting the stones bed.
The air is so fresh in the valley, the flowers still unformed but spicy. My nose picks up a trace of wet rocks on the edge of the flow being stroked by the current.
Passing by a farmhouse I notice a peach tree with overripe fruits fallen on the rocky soil. I pick up a little apricot from a small tree to caress the velvety skin.
From the open door of the stone house breaks a bright flavor of a lemon cake just before being baked in the company of a bit of ginger and butter.
I will keep that sparkling citrus and drizzly pebbles on the sides of my mouth for the rest of the way. Vino Buono.
Pale gold late afternoon. I'm walking downhill by a narrow stream of water. I can almost grasp the mineral oxygen sparkling everywhere the torrent gurgles hitting the stones bed.
The air is so fresh in the valley, the flowers still unformed but spicy. My nose picks up a trace of wet rocks on the edge of the flow being stroked by the current.
Passing by a farmhouse I notice a peach tree with overripe fruits fallen on the rocky soil. I pick up a little apricot from a small tree to caress the velvety skin.
From the open door of the stone house breaks a bright flavor of a lemon cake just before being baked in the company of a bit of ginger and butter.
I will keep that sparkling citrus and drizzly pebbles on the sides of my mouth for the rest of the way. Vino Buono.
