Muscat Canelli 2017

The light shimmered down from the parapets of the stone garrison, reflecting brilliantly off of the waters below and into the equally blue eyes of the young, flaxen blonde woman sitting on the bank. From behind her, a shadow broke the pattern of the light as she turned and looked up into the dark eyes of a similarly young man, his hair and skin shaped by many days in the wind and rain. He gestured toward a cold, dew slicked bottle in his hand, flanked by two shiny crystal goblets. “Care to enjoy a drink with me as the night lingers on?” She smiled and patted her hand on the ground next to her as he pulled out his corkscrew…