Amidst the raging southern seas, sits the island of Tasmania, rugged yet bountiful. Tasmania’s very juxtaposition with the rest of world is the thing that makes it so valuable and precious.
Its pristine valleys and forests, rivers and streams generate fine produce that tastes so clean and fresh they awaken your senses – then there’s the wine, born from deep minerally soils, subtle, decadent, elusive, refined – anything but ordinary.
Pipers River, Tamar Valley, where the good stuff grows. Imagine – bald, windswept hills, ancient gums leaning at angles, roaring north west gales and sideways rain, fluttering wildflowers, wheeling eagles.
This is wild country. A place of vivid greens, basalt browns, daffodil yellow and cornflower blues. A place where we co-exist with nature and the land.
North-East Tasmania, Australia