Early in harvest, I got a text message from Tegan. Just a photo of an index card, thub-tacked to a bulletin board.  Hand-written with Sharpie: "Hillside Sauvignon Blanc. 1000 lbs. Mt. Veeder." With a phone number.

I called the number right away and visited within a week. It seemed made for us. And it was. A tiny, beautiful, east-facing vineyard, planted in the 90s. It used to go to Mayacamas, but, as is often the case with our vineyards, it ended up being too small for them. 

We picked the fruit with friends, hauled it to LA, and made 30 gallons of beautiful, intense, high-acid wine.