The Hour family planted the first block beside a rail siding in 1896, selling casks to dining cars headed north.
05:18 · Block Seven
The first walk begins before the ridge catches sun. We taste from the shoulder and the low seam, where cool air settles. Sugar gives us one fact; the color of the seed and the resistance of the skin give us several more.
A decision shared
Picking is not a dramatic declaration. Vineyard, cellar, and weather notes are placed on the same table. We look for a window that protects freshness without leaving the tannin behind.
What arrived
By mid-morning the first crates were under the cellar arch: small berries, clean stems, and the peppered scent we had been waiting for. The vintage had started without ceremony, exactly as it should.
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