Impossible to get for a reason, this is the Petite Sirah you’ll wanna take with you to meet St. Peter, or to cross the River Styx: you’ll make the friends you need real fast. Sourced from organically farmed, head-trained vines planted in 1953, this is as deep and brooding and Californian as your Italian grandpappy. Cassis, olive, purple brain-staining blueberry jam, graphite, and an abundant sense of earth. The tannins are present but soft, and the overall impression is one of old-school Californian power and elegance. (We have one of the best prices on this in the US... on a virtually ungettable wine!)