We have always felt like Syrah has an elusive, yet brazen allure, like the sly fox who steals fruit off of trees in our backyard and then scurries off even before we know it's gone.
Grown along the undulating hills of the Russian River Valley and often shrouded by an ethereal layer of fog, this Syrah also makes the most of its home turf, embodying the varietal essence of its bucolic origin.