HANNA Sauvignon Blanc Harvest

As a child I would awaken in the pre-dawn of Autumn mornings to the purr of tractors and the rattle-bang of empty gondolas. In the still morning air, the occasional voice would carry; soon to be followed my intermittent plunks as the lugs full of grapes were dumped in the gondolas. Even though I had no involvement in the harvesting of these grapes, the significance of the event was obvious and the excitement contagious. Today, the sound of grapes going into bins still fills me with anticipation and exhilaration�especially if they are HANNA grapes!