Dorvin—pronounced DOR-vin—spins onto the stage like a jazz trumpet riff, quick, bright, and just a little unexpected. Legend traces its roots to a happy crossroads where the Old Norse “Thorfin” (friend of the thunder-god) bumped elbows with the Latin “vinum” (wine) and decided to toast a brand-new moniker; others swear it’s a cousin of Marvin and Darwin who struck out on his own. Whatever the exact lineage, Dorvin carries the feel of “golden wine” and “brave companion” in one easy two-step, earning him a dash of Old-World gusto and a wink of modern charm. The name had its heyday in the Roaring Thirties—popping up in U.S. records just often enough to be intriguing but rare enough to stay sparklingly original—then slipped into a quiet cellar, aging like a good Rioja and waiting for rediscovery. Now, for parents hunting a vintage label with fresh fizz, Dorvin pours out warmth, adventure, and a touch of thunder-in-a-glass.