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The Seeker is a lively line of wines from all over the world. Our wanderings yielded distinct wines from disparate lands, delighting the senses on a global taste journey. It is a carefully curated collection of the best wines from where they grow best, each wine lovingly crafted by a different family winery.
For The Seeker, it's all about the journey. Simply glance at the labels and you'll see; the mid-19th century flying machines embody an era of wonder and mystery, of explorers out to conquer the known world... and beyond. The Seeker speaks to the unknown, the unknowable, and the thrill of discovery. Cheers!
Welcome to California, Home of Wolfgang Masterssen.
Wolfgang plays for you in a lush grove of cool citrus and rich florals. He is an acoustical genius, nimble fingers moving across the violin with the speed of a hummingbird’s wings. As one part of you admires it, the rest feels a call, so strong that you find yourself climbing into his flying machine, right into the velvet seat of a giant piano. Unbidden, your fingers pluck at the ivory keys, eliciting puffs of silver steam to shower the sky. The melodies blend into harmony, its balance unequaled, as if practiced to perfection. And in that moment, you understand the power of the magician’s music.
As the final note lingers, he turns to you. “I would be honored to have a musician like you join me on my journey.”
“But why leave?” you ask.
You catch the twinkle in his eye, his enjoyment at making mischief. “And miss all the fun?”
Off you fly in his enchanting machine, off to a town on the cusp of sleep. There Wolfgang nods once and picks up his instrument. You join him, playing and watching – seeing the villagers rise from their evening routines, coming to windows and doors, entranced.
Your duet plays you to the stars. Up you go, rising from trees full of apples and pears, up to the heavens. Before each ballad, brilliant explosions shake the sky. At each pause, Pacific waves rush to the shore.
At the conclusion, you both take a bow as twilight casts its spell across the swooning crowd. Wolfgang plays one last fading note, but a plaintive cry arises – they don’t want the music to stop.
Wolfgang pays this no mind, packing for departure.
“Shall we play more?” you ask, moved by the crowd’s chants for an encore.
“Goodness, no. We’ve done what we came to do.”
“But they’re more unsettled now than when we arrived.”
“Precisely!” He swept an arm out over the town, eyes shining. “They want more; that’s the spark of progress. Complacency is our enemy and we have defeated it tonight. We shall leave them unsettled, leave them to search for their own fulfillment.”
“How will you know if they do?”
“We’ll return someday, of course. But for now the show must go on elsewhere.”
The journey had only just begun.