It’s been raining nonstop for four days. It sounds like the clouds are using our roof as a steel drum, and our windows remain fogged for hours. We are mostly sipping tea and Tasmanian whiskey these cold nights, but we also gulped down our friend James Madden’s spunky, bright @scintilla_wines Shiraz.
A “scintilla” is a spark, a small trace of something. Outside, we see the tiniest hints of winter fading into spring. Cones starting to grow on the pines. Vineyards freshly pruned, preparing to awaken and produce buds, then shoots.
Other signs of positivity have emerged this week. I’m grasping for these scintillas as much as possible, holding them close where they keep me warm.
Scintilla Wines 2019 Shiraz from McLaren Vale, Adelaide Hills. Dark brambly fruits, snappy tannins, and fizzy pop acid. Zero zero deliciousness.