You bring the thunder. I’ll bring the Pinot.

Where I’m from thunderstorms dominate the sky in summer. They are mighty in their magnitude and brutal in force. These storms roll in from the west in a magnificent display of temper. Dark and brooding at first with a sudden switch to fury, there is nothing mild about these Free State storms. They are intense, wild and incredibly sexy. When these storms gather in the skies I open a bottle of Pinot Noir – because there is only one varietal to drink when nature displays her rage, and that is a sensual Pinot Noir. She brings the thunder and I bring the wine.

Pinot Noir is sexy. A great Pinot is dead sexy – and calls for an epic storm.  Continue reading