This Barossa cabernet sauvignon is concentrated, coming in hot. 35 degrees. A day when the air is so thick with heat you can taste every smell you’re hit with. Roadworks, gravel and tar. Sweat. A pub with its yeast and meat. Candyfloss and dropped ice cream on Main Street concrete. The burnt plastic from a mechanic’s workshop (as a child you always thought it was toast). Finally, the chill of the farmer’s market. Its bananas and cool shade an enduring balm.