Feudo Maccari Noto Nero d'Avola 2014

It was almost nightfall, walking through a long grass field, wild flowers bloom, exotic but familiar. It was almost autumn, fallen dried ripe wild berries, carpeted the soft earth and perfumed openly. It was a warm night, I entered a gypsy tent, baskets of spices filled the room, round and subtle. It was dark, in front of the candle light, the gypsy asked: "why are you here?" I answered: "I am where I need to be."

將近傍晚，步過草叢，野花滿，意外熟悉。

將近秋季，路遍生機，野莓熟，廣擴香濃。

將近暖夜，初入苗帳，野藥融，心意舒坦。

將近暗沉，苗女相問，為何來？已然歸宿。