Sometimes Things Just Name Themselves

One sniff sets my mind a reeling! Vintage Chanel bag with broken cigarette, N°5 perfume, lipstick and a few loose coins… My heart!
Chapter two. As the aromas lift, I can’t turn the page fast enough. Black plum, cool ash, velvet drapes, dense yet airy with room for everything…
The texture as smooth as the pages of a well-aged book. Truly poetry. My poem.”

With descriptors like these from a man like Charles Smith, how can you not be intrigued?

A beautiful photo of the Stoneridge vineyard. Blue skies with white clouds sit above rolling mountains and green grape vines

Charles’ wines have never been for the faint of, well, heart, and his Heart and Skull Syrahs are no different.

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