The summer winds blow like Miles’ trumpet across the vineyard’s face. In the heat of the long days, you can find the sun buried within the vineyard’s skin. It grows fresh and green. Rolling in the breeze, it grows Tempranillo. Beneath the soil the roots draw up jazz notes staccato and velvet while whispering memories of Spain.
Estate grown fruit. Aromas of anise, sweet brown sugar, earth spiced berries. The natural acidity is deeply integrated with an abundance of fine textured tannin, ripe and nutty.