Smoky and citrusy with a curious black tea finish.

  • +..sub pop

  • +..exquisite piano

  • +..hypnotic techno


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I came home and found that my home and my trust had been violated. I was enraged. Then my dog looked up at me. She looked down at the truck keys I’d thrown down and then up at me. Here was the physical manifestation of my inner voice in the form of Miho. It’s like she was saying, “Let’s just pick up the keys and drive to the vineyard and walk away from this chaos.” Things had to change. I picked up the keys. I picked up the dog. I got in the truck and headed to Jerome. The dog saved my life.
Keenan, Maynard James.

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