This isn’t just a Kiwi syrah. It’s proof that everything has a resonant frequency. (A fancy way of saying all physical things hum if you play the right note.) You might not hear it. But you might just see it, shimmering like a heatwave on a flat January road. Or you feel it, dancing and percolating on the tongue; a steady tingle of peppercorn and coriander, a meditative ‘om’ of liquorice and cocoa. The feeling of being both player and instrument.