Who is the Smokkelman? He’s got a deal for you…
LEGEND has it he was conceived on a hillside vineyard at dawn on the first day of bud break. Touched by the goddess Demeter. Born on the damp floor of a cool cellar under a full moon on a sweltering autumn equinox at perfect phenolic ripeness. Raised on nothing but bread, wine, and hopeful…
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