the land was arid and deserted. the brothers made wine.
Bannockburn, Central Otago.
The summer days are long, hot, and tinder dry. In autumn the nights are cold. In winter they are bitter. The soils of Bannockburn are unforgiving. Windblown. Stony.
The land has never made it easy.
“I have an opinion and I feel compelled to express it. Vines are the same. We get on well.”
“In many respects wine is like a piece of art. You’ve had direct input in how it was conceived but then you sit back and let others experience it in their own way.”