Shiraz drifts into the ear like the lingering note of a shakuhachi across a moon-lit Kyoto garden, its Persian roots drawing nourishment from the storied city where roses climb pale stone and the verses of Hafez float on dusk’s cool breeze; in that mingling of fragrance and syllable, one hears both the promise of ruby-dark wine and the hush of cypress-lined courtyards, so that the name, unbound by gender, shimmers with a kintsugi elegance—each association, from ancient grape to nightingale-haunted pavilion, a line of gold joining cultures and centuries.
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