MELLOW PITCH

Soft feminine voices ring out around the vineyard, obscured by branches laden with fragrant blossoms.

The only thing more leisurely than their speech is the bubbles softly floating up in their champagne glasses. Slowly rising and dispersing, they refract the last, warm rays of the sun.

As the golden evening comes to a close, heavy bunches of lychee fill the air with a sundry sweetness. Time stops. The air froths up. It’s time for the glasses to share the reason they are clinking today.

“… a scent that toasts the day.”