In researching names for our red blend, we learned that Napa Valley tradition calls for something that sounds like you last heard it studying for the SATs, a mangled Latin phrase, or something like "the Prisoner" — or apparently, a Star Wars droid.
We wanted something that didn't take itself too seriously but also slayed. So we fasted for six days in the vineyard waiting for the vines to reveal the name. Unfortunately, "Josh" was already taken.
We opened a dictionary and pointed: Barbarous.
Given the wildfires, the rattlesnakes, the mountain lions, the black bears, the scorpions, the black widows, the yellowjackets, the deadly newts — and the three vintages we've lost to the callous, amoral savagery of nature — it felt appropriate. And "Barbe Rousse" means red beard in French, so Chris thinks the whole thing is kismet.
As for the bear and the lion — they're the neighbors. Our property is 5% vineyard and 95% wilderness, contiguous with the Napa Land Trust preserve. They appear often on the trail cameras. They are always welcome.
Barbarous is a wine for your wild side.