Like a fine wine there’s a bond. The fermentation and the combination of flavors. My brother and I started our friendship like crushed grapes in a barrel, raw ready to create a juice so special— Nothing can compare. As we grow older, our flavor simmers down. Our relationship changes. But like fine wine we get better with age. We bagan to turn like grapes pulled from vines and developing. As time goes on we will stay fine. Loyal. Ever-changing.