This Church Road syrah is redolent of a warm evening carrying the smell of a neighbour’s stew, wafting over the front lawn. Cloves and anise. Black pepper. Fruit. Tagine? Now your palate begins to paint a picture of the whole street. Oaky fencing and concrete birdbath. Gravel. Fennel on the nature strip. The warmth bringing the fragrance out of everything. What a shame to go inside.