When the wind blows, opening the doors of autumn and drying the leaves, it carries the scent of grape with it.  It enraptures the senses with its sweet scent and the perfection of pearls kissing the lips of those who taste its clusters. The vital joy clings to the tendrils and stretches in a thousand colour shades from golden to purple to the most intense colour of laughter and joy. It is the joy of prosperity speaking and the beauty of life.