sunlight: first light through the shuttered window. open a crack. watch the winding dirt road unwind through the valley that falls down and away. vineyards. dolcetto. cabernet. barbera. piemontese sunlight feeding piemontese varietals. a light breeze carries fragrant red dust. this is the dry season. every breath takes in some of the clay that makes up the terroir. mornings are bright. afternoons brutal, evenings sublime in the colour the sun imparts to the sky.
all this sunlight, captured in the grapes, transformed by bacteria to alcohol. this is what we do here. alchemy. the cantina stinks of the stuff. we work & the tannins crack the calluses on our fingers & turn our nailbeds red.
the dog got drunk last night on spilt wine and tore about the house on wobbly legs. he loves the stuff. afterwards he slept it off, snoring like an old man. silly puppy.
This is what we do here. transformation of sunlight into rocket fuel. taste bombs. alchemy.