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Noel Moore
“So bit by bit, they grope about for their
Clos Vougeot and Lafite.
Those lodes and pockets of earth,
more precious than the precious ores,
that yield inimitable fragrance and soft fire;
those virtuous Bonanzas,
where the soil has sublimated
under sun and stars to something finer,
and the wine is bottled poetry:
these still lie undiscovered;
chaparral conceals, thicket embowers them;
the miner chips the rock and wanders farther,
and the grizzly muses undisturbed."
— Robert Louis Stevenson
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