Sans Liege Sancha Marsanne 750ML
Sans Liege in the waning heat of August an orange haze appears at the edge of the evening horizon. A wall of dense clouds is gathering like moss on an ancient wall. Your body is heavy with work as you lean on the fence post, watching the storm gain force. The air becomes fluid with a giddy coolness, it carries the scents of butter biscuits, cut straw, white raspberries and sweet grass. You continue to watch, relieved by the breeze, and as the first drops hit the dry earth, you take a pull of sweet tea and let the storm wash over you.