We have several different blocks and different clones of cab on our vineyard. Each is incredibly unique. Block three is green and high maintenance and beautiful. Block one is the weird cousin that no party is fun without. Block four is the magical unicorn with densely planted vines and such low yields it’s almost non-existent. The end result is a beautiful monster.

This love affair was quite like a 70s movie. A very long, slow intro with mostly music and no talking. It took us a little while to get out of the friend zone. But once we did, I realized I’ve never known a love quite like this before. I am smitten. So smitten that we replaced all of our Malbec vines with cab Franc. This wine tastes of its place, and it is special. Very, very special. I’ve made pilgrimages to Clos Reugeard, the Loire and Rhône valleys, South Africa etc. to try to understand why this mother of Cabernet Sauvignon is unlike any other grape. I’m looking forward to every single incarnation of this wine.

These were the first rows and the first vines I learned to care for by hand. It was also the first grape I fell in love with on our first harvest in 2014. It was harvested on a full moon and it also happened to be my birthday that year. We called it the magical birthday brew.

I was told once that Petit Verdot is only for blending, that consumers don’t get it. I scoff at that. We get what we like. We likey.