Primitivo Puglia 2020
The heavily loaded ship crashed through the pounding waves. Already a day without food after their provisions exhausted, the weary crew held on tight and steeled themselves against the battering gale. After what seemed like an eternity, a cry from the crow’s nest permeated the decks, “Land Ho!” The captain quickly released his iron grip on the wheel and descended belowdecks to the hold. He lit a match and held it as steady as possible, a smile blooming on his lips as he saw the precious vines were intact.