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Sauvignon Blanc

Marlborough, New Zealand

DISCOVERED in New Zealand
We sought our Sauvignon Blanc in not one but two of New Zealand’s best vineyard sites – Marlborough and Martinborough – for complexity and zest.
Aromas/Flavors
Aromas of zesty lime, grapefruit, and passionfruit with a touch of fresh green herbs. A refreshing and vibrant palate with core of sweet fruit leading to a long and juicy finish.
Pairing
Ideally-suited to shellfish, salads, citrus-sauced dishes, ocean voyages, and park blanket reconnaissance.
Winemaking
Grapes are destemmed, pressed, and cold-settled overnight before cool fermentation in stainless steel tanks – no oak – to capture fruit purity; the wine then ages on its lees to add weight and richness.
Lower Carbon Footprint
Lightweight glass, local sustainable printer, certified sustainability practices in the vineyards and winery
The only thing I require for manhunts that cross the Seven Seas, giant metal octopus or no. Absolutely essential.
-Captain Cornelius Weatherbee
Sauvignon Blanc
Captain Cornelius Weatherbee

Welcome to New Zealand, Home of Captain Cornelius Weatherbee.

Here you hop aboard the Scallawag, Weatherbee’s splendiferous flying machine. The moment your heels land on the creaking planks of knotted wood, you already have a quest: a manhunt for one Mr. Rudolphus Benedict.

“But he’s your second-in-command!” you protest. Weatherbee remains unconcerned. “That honor now falls to you. But fear not; your predecessor was a traitor, so you can only be an improvement. What is this, your second pack?”

Before you can agree, he tips it overboard. You rush to ship’s edge, following your pack’s progress as it hits the water and disappears into the deep.

Weatherbee dusts off his weathered hands. “Only one pack allowed, stow the rest. We have a strong northwesterly wind approaching and it shall take us just where we need to go.

“How can you possibly know – ” But already you feel it, the wind stirring the straps, bright scent of sweet summer herbs enveloping the flying machine. You scramble to tie down your remaining belongings, for this man did not speak lightly.

“The search is underway!” Weatherbee declares. And it is.

Gusts sweep the Scallawag over snow-capped mountains and twisting valleys, leading to an endless ocean. When Weatherbee hollers his thanks at the wind, the air swells and swirls in return. Yet his perfectly curled ‘stache never sways.

A whisper wafting its way to the Orient confides in Weatherbee. “We’re getting closer,” Weatherbee says, though the endless waves below remain unchanged.

A grinding roar confirms Weatherbee’s claim as a surfacing sea creature reaches its metal tentacles toward the ship.

“What is that!” you cry, eyes wide at sunlight glinting off sheets of alloy.

Weatherbee sniffs, unimpressed. “Merely an overgrown octopus.”

“Its tentacles are fifty feet long, easily! It’s made of metal. Someone made that,” you realize, only now appreciating the cleverness of your adversary.

Weatherbee is unruffled as ever. “I’ve fought bigger. That traitorous Rudolphus will have to do better than that.” A citrus-scented gale suddenly swirls around the Scallawag, capturing his attention. Weatherbee cocks his head to the side, hearing what no one else could. As the wind imparts its secret, his eyes gleam with anticipation.

The journey had only just begun.