The path to the glorious vine is sometimes more than the expected sufferings of the soul. He lost it all; the job, the house, the girl. Searching over the rolling hills, hectares of heat searing thirst; some would have given up, wishing that vivid dream of 99 points wasn’t so far away.
Our blue eyed boy has a different tale to tell. His search led to the glorious vine. Not just any vine, but the Master Frank of Vine, yes that’s right the true Whip-Hand of all things wine. Life’s sweet, forget the rest.
Our aim: a rich, bold-fruit style – away from European lines and more akin to California’s ripe notes, yet done with Aussie originality and flair.
