From the pine cone-like shape of the cluster, the grape family we call Pinot derives its name. Noir, of course, equals "black." Black as night. Black as crude oil. And I don't know about you, but to know that a phrase-coiner of yore spied a cluster of grapes on a bright vineyard day and imagined a pine cone dipped in night's oil is poetry enough for me to last the rest of the week.
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