
Drop No. 7 · Current release
WhiteWhite Lines
Chardonnay gets blamed for a lot of things — most of them caused by oak. This one never met a barrel. Tank-fermented and tank-kept, it’s all Meyer lemon and lime zest, white blossom, wet stone; green apple underneath, and a saline, salt-air finish that keeps circling back like the tide.
The label is a road at night — nobody in it, nowhere particular, just the lines pointing forward into the dark. The wine drinks the same way: linear, bright, headed somewhere. Open it while there’s still light on the water.








