A Man from Jura came to the hills of Nagano with nothing but a weathered coat and a mission — to coax from these slopes a wine that could speak in two languages. In the terraced vineyards, he met a Japanese man tending grapes with quiet devotion. Side by side, they walked the rows at dawn, trading stories in gestures more than words. In the cellar, Jura’s wild, nutty edge met Nagano’s pure mountain fruit, creating a wine alive with bruised apple, walnut, and the damp scent of rain-soaked earth. It was the meeting of two worlds, captured in a single bottle.