Vintage is believing.
She claims she transmutes to a bunch of grapes, whose heart beats with anxiety, sensitive to visits of the caterpillar, rain, damp mornings, sweltering afternoons, yearning for sunshine.
We all endure the precipice of ripening grapes; before that moment of decline, balancing pressing logistical conundrums and BOM. (Bureau of Meteorology.)
Our freshly refurbished winery, awash with new hoses, pumps, and fittings, creates a workspace that offers what winemakers crave most during vintage – convenience.