We serve a beautiful glass of this. I love the grape, and I'm fascinated by the source. The Russian River Valley, sweltering by day, cool to cold at night, protective fog.Cheers to NBBM's most distant reader for the image. I miss the days of looking out the window to see if it was still light enough to have a glass.
And now the rule of "the sun never sets on the Holtaways" no longer applies :-)
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