Newly released into wine’s words, world, page, and showing the Equilibrium of assertiveness and coy character I enjoy in Pinot. What it says– Forget the data, forget work, forget the day and sip the fog from that Sonoma Coast octave and stroll. Encircling strawberries and black licorice lapping your concentration and fiddling musical decision– Sweetened wood winks avec sexy narration– she doesn’t have to ask you to follow. You just do. She has me singing, what I see in wine and what she teaches me in this petit vintage that perpetually punctuates its character and ethos, pathos, love-laced logos. Waiting for her to tell me something else, sing in notes new– She does. I don’t have to wait. Not a single breath.