Picked in part by an incredulous Margit, who, beginning to freeze after only just starting,asked "How many more rows do we have to pick?” along with a miserable 14-year old who was decidedly not happy to be rousted from a warm bed at 4 A.M. Poor Sebastian. He even looked after the wine when Walter and Margit were in the States in January. This is stunningly great Eiswein! A thrall of tropical fruit, an elixir of insanely piquant lavender honey. The greatest sweet wine ever from Rheinstrasse 42; take a bow Wally!