The Last Waltz – Chardonnay

A young man full of high hopes went to Trieste, where he sold his first barrels of wine. He put a nice heap of money, which he intended to use for dowry, under his hat. While heading back, he looked upon new life which sprouted towards the sun – at last spring had arrived!

When he returned to his village, he noticed the first sparks of the annual bonfire which illuminated the villagers’ faces brightly and mimicked the moonlight itself. But the man wasn’t bothered. Determined to ask for the mayor’s daughter’s hand in marriage, he first walked up to her father. Because he was a respectful young lad, the groom-to-be raised his hat and the wind blew his hard-earned money into the raging fire. But his would-be-bride, blinded by the riches fyling through the air, followed them straight into the flames. The horrified villagers could do nothing but witness how the girl promised eternal loyalty to the flaming beast.  The groom stood as if frozen; his heart stopped and the spark in his eyes was gone. But his fable lives on in our Chardonnay.