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A voluminous, mineral and lavish Chardonnay for the white Burgundy obsessive, or newbie to-the-chard-loving-block. The ’22 shows a welcoming accessibility and pristine quality holding hands, while also being highly emotive, and eagerly wearing its heart on its sleeve (this Chard is likely a Cancer).

Pale, glinting gold like a mylar balloon floating away, then meaty red delicious apple nostalgia reels you in by the nose. Oranges dotted with cloves resting on the counter, runny honeycomb, marshmallow root tea, smooth rock minerality, and a beeswax texture. 

Fermentation and aging in French oak barrique brings opulence in many forms: fresh coconut meat that feels like it’s your means to survival (could YOU be a contestant on Survivor?), crispy Lucky Charms sans marshmallows and superbly buttery madeleines. 

Savour alongside mortadella stuffed tortellini, loaded sammies, or topped pizzas, OR after the day and dinner is done, with a cold strawberry mochi straight from Japan, out of the freezer.


GOOD FOR —

  • Finding inspiration when brainstorming the name of your next pet.
  • Discussing, heatedly, your favourite ABBA album.
  • Enjoying with the sloppiest, squeakiest poutine imaginable.
  • Reading your favourite who-dun-it, bring on the cliff-hangers!

• Vintage: 2022
• Grapes: 100% Chardonnay
• Appellation: Similkameen Valley
• ABV: 13.4%
• Acidity: 5.3 g/l tartaric acid
• pH: 3.57
• Sugars: 1.7
• Recommended Drinking: Now through​​​​​​ 2029

Chill down, then keep this bottle nearby on ice, and enjoy over a couple of hours as the wine opens and evolves.

THE STORY BEHIND THE WINE

CALMA

We were never supposed to be here. But uprisings are hard to predict. Another way then. Not a detour, but lets try. Things seemed to escalate quickly. Maybe it was the altitude. A familiar friend by the pool?

Beautiful as it was, the peaceful street was retrospectively deceptive. Patio seats? Yes! 34 degrees in January? Absolutely.

The waiter seemed to underestimate us. “I suggest one half”. He was corrected quickly. “No…full please”. He shrugged and obliged. He’d see this happen before.

It hit slowly at first. One down. And then quite quickly. Dry heat, windows down. No reason to be sweating.

Stuck now, in a prison of our own making. A name that was oddly ironic, the only thing we could curse… Calma.

OUR MIXED CASES
PERFECT FOR HOSTING WINE TASTINGS

OUR WHITES

OUR REDS

OUR VINEYARD

LISTENING TO THE GRAPES