Shiraz. In the far reaches of the Barossa- the furthest to the South East as can be, when the sun sets, and the full moon rises, a cold calm descends on the undulating landscape. A vineyard grows here in the silence of the night, nurtured by Earth's critters and the magical moon and sunshine. This sacred ground, this mystic park, produces and exotic Shiraz that's mouth filling, oh so plush and so perfect on many a starry moonlit night.