In the beginning was the Word. And the Word was ‘Pinot Noir’. And it was good. Very good. Soul-smacking, heart-aching, mind-bending, pain-in-the-ass-but-worth-it, Burgundy IS the center of the universe, ‘can’t touch my climat’, “do you know who I am?!” good.
And the Word went forth and multiplied…eventually reaching the Willamette Valley, and WillaKenzie Estate. And it was good. Very good. Dijon Clone 115-loving, southern-sloping, sandstone-suffering, no-grape-harvested-before-its-time, true-to-its-terroir, balanced, dark berry and cherry good. And the Word rested. And had a party. And it was good. Very good. Especially paired with duck. Cheers!