The story of one of our country’s greatest vineyards

For almost 50 years, semillon vine trunks have grown out from the finely packed grains of earthen white sand that defines this part of Pokolbin. In the shadow of she oaks, which grow along the creek that divides the vines east to west, grapevine bark peels and splits away, forming rough fissures that twist and knot themselves up, around, and along the dark wood.