Smoke Taint from NO HEARTH by HEIR TRAFFIC

I planted my vines some years ago
Now my name is the terroir and my bloods in the dirt
No this wasn't our best year, but it cant be the worst
If there's fruit we can harvest a little smoke taint won't hurt

There's 20 million people pining for more
And I don't give a shit what we sell just fill the cellar door

My sommeliers a charlatan
And he'll have them say

Pass me the Rosé
Pass me the Chardonnay
The Pinot Noir
And the Cabernet

AND I'LL DRINK IT ALL
I'LL DRINK IT ALL

(He who makes the wine he drinks)

On the nose, the sting of burnt blue gums
Its colour a deep red, like a singed wild animal
There's an acidity that hangs on the tip of your tongue
And a full-bodied smoky finish

My sommeliers a charlatan
And he'll have them say

Pass me Beaujolais
Pass me the Cortese
The Blanc de Blanc
And the Sangiovese

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