We’d call this riesling stoney. But then you’d think it was hard. Or gloomy. Cold. Severe. And that’d be unfair. Because this is a steingarten: a stone garden. Stone warmed by the sun, saturated with summer rain. Toasty, earthy, smooth, domesticated, and not the head of a primeval axe. A gentle, pastoral upbringing. Not a Dickensian one. This is what this riesling was born from. And where it will take you.