of 1989 and Lopez and Vina Tondonia Rioja Blanco

North of Dracon Pike there is a land abandoned by lost wanderers in search of curious pursuits; idle hands being that of the devil’s work. It has been forgotten if ever really found–the key to this valley well guarded. Some say it is the graveyard of discarded gods and their unruly mortal offspring. Some say the deafening silence of irrelevance can be heard when the cold Northerlies blow down from the great barrier. Some say those winds carry the stench of death with it. Soon we will journey back there to the gates of Hades and if lucky, delve into that which so few remember and want to appreciate.

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