Leah Angles Opa

A juicy little tug-of-war between plush Grenache and brooding Syrah, grown on steep, stony slopes overlooking the Med. The Syrah’s had a nap in old barrels — just enough to smooth the edges without shouting about it. This is darker and deeper than Divay, but still bright-eyed and full of zip. Bursting with fruit, a lick of spice, and the energy of those windswept, sea-breezy vineyards.