Wine Code Breaker #444

Where I reside has been a bit stormy of late. Trees down all around. ‘Riders on the Storm’ has been the soundtrack. This masterpiece, fusing poetry and music, of course, has nothing to do with tempests. It is a striking metaphor for life. And a fascination of killer hitchhikers. Some say though, that to truly understand this song, you have to be stoned on acid. Not having a desire to test this theory, I opted for a Sangiovese crafted from the bowels of an abandoned lunatic asylum. 

The 2023 Fighting Gully Road Sangiovese is from Beechworth in Victoria and the inspiration for an alternate set of lyrics. And, apologies to The Doors.

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this glass, its thrown
Garnet coloured, it has grown
Like a stone without a bone
An actor out on loan
Riders on the storm

There’s a killer on the nose
My brain is squirmin’ like toad
Take the cherries for the day 
Let the herbs come out to play
If you give this glass some air
Sweet balsamic starts to flare
Killer on the nose, yeah

Girl, you gotta love the taste
Girl, you gotta love the taste
Take the raspberries by the hand
Tannins make it grand
The world on it depends
Its flavours never end
Gotta love the taste, yeah

Enjoy!