The wild cherries and sawdust in this single-vineyard malbec take you to a place that’s still and silent. A recently built log hut on a free-flowing river. Floor and earth one and the same. Heat and moisture. Silence and stillness. A lone rustle reminds you things are alive. The gentlest hint of cut periwinkle. A whetstone and the axe’s metallic tang. The living and dead intermingled. Not battling. Just hanging out.