The gusts begin again, and we listen.
Natural springs splash down from the windswept cliffs of the Palisades. Positive energy flows with the water and air. In Napa Valley’s celebrated Stags Leap District, we’re at the vortex of great wine.
Native American tales of a magnificent, mystical buck are just a taste of the story. Legends of the elusive stag that began with the native Wappo have evolved for centuries, and local lore contends that the buck can still be seen leaping between rocky crags and across the valley’s sky. It’s all part of the feel of this windswept and wild place—still home to peregrine falcons, coyote, deer, turkey, and rattlesnakes.
