Grape Expectations, Emeryville CA.

Ten years on.

Billows in a foamy wave of emerald and oyster shell; the tide will bring and the tide will take.  Pointu, the French would say, thrust and drive followed by a big juicy robe of fruit.  Lime cordial and yellow nectarine and he’s meditative at the end, chiseled, focused, all the world captured on the head of pin.  Now – 2020.