A Hawke’s Bay syrah that echoes of the region’s other agricultural stars. They say trees in a forest can talk to each other, sharing information, like a giant brain. Perhaps orchard trees and grapevines do too? Swapping notes, stretching out to each other across the region? Perhaps that knowledge exchange explains this syrah’s plumminess. And the violets and oak too? There’s no way to really know. Maybe ask a Napier plum for hints.