The scent of history. Of crushes long past. Of laughter in the vines, stories told around the tanks, another splash of wine atop a makeshift wooden table. The sun’s magenta limn a liquid halo, ghost wine in the sky.
An old winemaker went walking out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty row of blood-red grapes he saw
A-rising towards the ragged sky, and up the cloudy draw
Yippie yi yo, Yippie yi yay
Ghost wine in the sky
The Old Winery Barn. The Monte Bello Collector Component Tasting. Living History.