
Six months on skins in Georgian amphora buried in the earth โ Gravner doesn't make wine so much as conduct time. Deep amber, tannic like a red, tasting of dried flowers, beeswax, and something almost alchemical. The wine for the book you'll still be thinking about in ten years.
Matched to the wine's region, weight, and weather โ not the other way around.
Ancient method, elemental result. Both the wine and the book alter you slowly and permanently.
Something old and serious is happening in this glass. The wine for a novel steeped in ritual and consequence.