The delicate veil covers her visage, almost touching the ground. Beneath, her frame stands still. Her arms outstretched, she faces the setting sun. Its gentle warmth penetrates, giving sweetness and color to the gift she bears. She stands stoically with her sisters, surely aware of her importance in the creation of exquisite nectar.
A graceful vine, a witness to forty seasons, she is a treasured inhabitant of our oldest vineyard. Over the years on this earth she has extracted wisdom from the soil, her biography reflects deep conversations with the sun and moon, and she has known the cold touch of the west wind. All this is captured in her fruit.
We salute this lovely lady and pledge that we will honor her precious fruit with the respect it deserves. After all it bears her unique essence.