In the hour before dawn, when the edge of the horizon in the east is just beginning to brighten, and the sky is still dominated by night, the moon and the stars, over green hills, over plains, over winding roads and caparises guarding them along the side of the road, over cozy sleeping villages with houses that look like gingerbread toys, fog begins to creep over the vineyards. Thick, viscous, smoky topaz color. Order samples