100% Primitivo. Full-bodied with balanced tannins.

Rapture of shapeless summer rain, cleansing the air. A subtle dance of push and pull. Shoes in hand, wet grass underfoot. A sheet of white noise unfolds the eager night.

Shake off the city’s white granite heat. The light is different up here. Sweeter. The faintest breeze floats the free hem, dappled with golden hour glow, beckoning the weekend.

Ocean air and wild hair. An invigoration of wave-lapped ankles and Easterly breeze on sun-blushed skin. A prelude to dusk. Each sip awash with coastal escape.

The first dip of the day. Cleansing body and mind from the city slog. Back to shore, salt-crusted towels, toes in the sand, wet hair sprawled across your back. The cool embrace of nature, warming again in the sun.