Angélica Zapata Cabernet Sauvignon Alta
Flushed with heat and shivering still, they’ve been to the top of the mountain and although her feet can touch the ground she still feels like flying. Night falls faster here. A rich blackberry jam of night, flecked in piquant stars. They have returned to earth, but their blood is still rushing at peak pace, fueled by a special blend of altitude and anticipation. Their footsteps echo through the empty alleyways. A clean click-clack to quietly cap the sound of their Saturday that began and ended with a wild rustle. The salons have all shut down to sleep and sent the last dancers to continue their twirling by candlelight and to stain their sheets in wine.