Named Arclight because of its stunning, unexpected brilliance. Rose is so often like kindling, formed from the slivers of larger wines and used to start the fires of summer. Honestly, I would have been happy with kindling, but Arclight gives another kind of light altogether. It has the edgy nerve of a paper cut, the sleek body of glacial arctic water and the summer flesh of a strawberry field. It is one of the most surprising and dangerous wines I've ever called into being.
50% Nebbiolo, 50% Sangiovese
White Hawk, Luna Matta
15.2% Alc by Vol.
TASTING NOTES: When electricity was still magic and the black of night so complete stars still cast shadows, there were towers that lit entire towns with a blaze so brilliant it were as if a comet were landing. These were the arclights. Entire fields of summer berries, the soft whisp of smoke from a distant fire, the new patent leather shoes, the French lavender perfume, all lit for the first time by a flameless torch that banished the thief and his razor.