Hullo there, Gorgeous!

So after much haranguing, hoop jumping, animal husbanding, calling card calling, beging/borrowing/stealing, browbeating, conversating, deciding, pontificating and wine drinking - our bottles are slowly washing up on our shores. Our handsome lad of a wine looks so regal on his open weave estate label and his matte finish ensures that nary a stray beam of color-sick flourescent lighting bounces off our label and touches your sensitive corneas. Good lighting doesn't hum...though I do enjoy the occasional 500 watt sodium vapor lamp in the right situation (must be those rainy Sundays spent skateboarding in parking garages in New Jersey so many years ago...alas). Back to the bottle. Not just another face in the crowd, this bottle. Intriguing, beautiful and enigmatic - OCD must be picked up to start to understand where we are coming from. We want to start a relationship between OCD and his acolytes. This starts by revealing only a little at time - first it's just a glance: yup he's looking at you. Then you pick him up and give a once over: now you know his name. OK, take him home with you, open him up and discover the next part of the story: excellent juice. Take a real gander at the label while drinking and we think you'll get the whole thing and hey, even if you don't, just love the wine. You only have to get as involved as you want - Otto's easy like that. No hard feelings.