In 2013, when Lamborghini teased the successor to its Gallardo—the Huracán—the automotive industry let out a long, low whistle. The Huracán’s stunning angular design immediately made the Gallardo look dated, it imbued a significant power bump to the naturally-aspirated V-10 mill, and promised class-leading performance. All at entry-level pricing—compared to the Aventador.
As we bid adieu to the Huracán’s sonorous engine—future generations of the Huracán will feature a twin-turbo, plug-in hybrid V8—we thought it fitting to take a trip down memory lane, ranking all 13 models of V-10 Huracáns to emerge from Sant’Agata Bolognese.
13. Lamborghini Huracán 610-4 Coupe
The coupe that started it all. The original Huracán features a natty 5.2-liter V-10 capable of 602 horsepower and 416 lb-ft of torque, a nice jump from the Gallardo’s 562 ponies. The single-clutch transmission was replaced by a seven-speed double-clutch, and the 610-4 rips to 60 in a mere 3.1 seconds, on its way to an eye-blearing top speed of 202 mph. It has ample oomph and heaps of poise whether on the road or track. Credit, in part, an all-wheel-drive system that came standard. We’re slotting it last on the list not because it isn’t wonderful and special; it’s just that everything that came after kept raising the bar.
12. Lamborghini Huracán 610-4 Spyder
Chopping the top comes with a weight penalty of 120 kg. Accordingly, performance dips and 3.3 seconds are required to scream to 100. But, one, you won’t notice the decrease in quickness, and two, the aural assault gets that much louder without the roof. And hammering the 610-4 Spyder all the way to the 8200 rpm redline as you snap through the gears is ear-splittingly perfect.
11. Lamborghini Huracán 580-2 Coupe
This rear-wheel-drive variant hit the market in 2016, and it’s a mite divisive amongst Raging Bull purists. The power drops—572 horsepower and 398 lb-ft of yank—and the loss of four-driven wheels means it requires 3.4 seconds to hit 60 mph. Some posit that these reductions in numbers mean it’s the inferior product over the AWD 610-4 Coupe. Those people have never driven one. The amount of slipping and power sliding afforded before the stability control tidily reins you in makes it superior.
10. Lamborghini Huracán 580-2 Spyder
This RWD Spyder features the same detuned V-10—incidentally, the top speed on the 580-2s drops to 200—and the convertible’s mechanisms only decreased speed specs. This is the slowest of all the Huracans; the shuffle to 100 takes 3.6 seconds. But the car’s nose is lighter, since there’s no front diff, and the 40/60 weight distribution makes for more fun oversteering. Add in a dose of sunshine from the missing roof, and that’s a winning combination in our book.
9. Lamborghini Huracán EVO RWD Coupe
Five years into the Huracán’s run, the front fascia gets an upgrade here, adding more angular intakes and a new ducktail spoiler is affixed in the rear. There’s a reworked rear diffuser, too. The sum of these aero efforts? Five times more downforce than a 2014 Huracan. The engine reverts to 602 hp and 412 lb-ft, and revamping the traction control system affords more deliciously smoky oversteer from this RWD missile than the outgoing 580-2 Coupe. This model also introduced an 8.4-inch touchscreen into the cabin and allowed for Apple CarPlay. It’s a liveable daily driver that can destroy the (modest volume of) groceries it’s capable of getting.
8. Lamborghini Huracán EVO RWD Spyder
With a zero to 100 time of 3.5 seconds, this is 0.2 slower than its hardtop cousin (and the second slowest Huracán model). But if you’re seeking to shave tenths off lap times, you’d seek other cars. The EVO RWD Spyder is best enjoyed with the roof retracted, and Sport or Corsa mode selected, so the burbles and pops on the overrun can echo in your ears all while spooking your gawking neighbours.
7. Lamborghini Huracán LP 640-4 EVO Coupe
Engineers rejiggered the 640-4’s V-10 to eke out 631 horsepower and 443 lb-ft, and the EVO Coupe positively flies. With a 0-60 time of 2.9, it’s tied for the fastest Huracán on our list. A host of system upgrades aid in blurring the asphalt below you, including rear-wheel steering, better torque vectoring for all-wheel-drive, a revised suspension, and more. These systems all feed into Lamborghini’s Dinamica Veicolo Integrata (or LDVI), a super processor that monitors the car—and driver—and adjusts for optimal performance… every 20 milliseconds. Lamborghini calls it a prediction system; we dubbed it impressive when testing it on the Bahrain International Circuit.
6. Lamborghini Huracán 640-4 EVO Spyder
An all-wheel-drive Lambo convertible that can snort to 60 in 3.1 seconds, all while re-arranging your passenger’s face? Hell yes. This kind of blistering performance is even more impressive when you factor in the added 220 lbs. (The EVO Spyder’s only flaw: the roof takes an eternal 17 seconds to operate.) One of our readers who tested a 2020 EVO Spyder summed it up perfectly: “The sound of that V-10 can cure depression.” Amen. Anyone who’s driven this car fawns over it, so it’s no surprise the 640-4 EVO Spyder was our Robb Report Car of the Year for 2020.
5. Lamborghini Huracán Tecnica
The EVO stands for “evolution,” so how does a supercar maker best its best? Meet Tecnica. Two fewer wheels are driven, so some weight is shaved by the front diff deletion, and it’s 2.4 inches longer than its predecessor, but it’s got the same V-10 powerplant. And 35 percent more downforce and 20 percent less drag. The roar to 60 happens in 3.2 seconds; impressive given the lack of AWD. When we tested it at Circuit Ricardo Tormo in Spain, we found it had “outstanding accuracy, exceptional grip and deft management of power and finesse.”
4. Lamborghini Huracán Performante Spyder
The Performante Spyder is a track-oriented stunner that can also eviscerate public roads. Every Performante enhancement aims at making it a shark in the Huracán pond. It succeeds. Compared to the prior model, the 610-4 Spyder, engineers carved away 35 kg, added 30 horsepower (for a total of 631), and employed magnetorheological dampers for a brighter and stiffer suspension. Extra downforce abounded; owing to a revised rear diffuser, functional rear wing, and electronically-controlled flaps on the front splitters. The Performante Spyder is 0.2 seconds faster to 60 than the 610-4 Spyder, doing the deed in 3.1 seconds.
3. Lamborghini Huracán Performante
The Performante all-wheel-drive variant broke the production car record at Germany’s Nurburgring Nordschleife back in 2016; setting a blistering time of 6 minutes, 52.1 seconds—five seconds faster than the Porsche 918 Spyder. How? A diet of 40 kg (from its 610-4 predecessor), 30 extra ponies, and all that lovely aero vectoring, directing airflow around and through the car for better downforce and cooling of the engine and brakes. It’s tangible when you chuck it into a corner of a race track (or just nearby esses on your way to the supermarket) and find you can achieve greater corner speeds with less steering angle. The reduction in drag helps it slice through whatever tarmac you please. The rip to 60 is over in 2.9 seconds, tying the 640-4 EVO for the crown of fastest Huracán. Raw, loud, visceral, and ungodly quick, we named the Huracán Performante our 2018 Car of the Year.
2. Lamborghini Huracán STO
The letters in our penultimate Huracán’s name stand for Super Trofeo Omologata. That’s Italian for “race car for the street,” and this beast delivers on that proposition; it’s a road-legal little brother to the Huracán GT3 EVO race car, which has notched several victories at the 24 Hours of Daytona and 12 Hours of Sebring. It’s hard to tell what’s better: the bombastic styling or the performance and handling. There’s a huge snorkel to help the V-10 gulp in a fantastic amount of air, a shark fin for increased directional stability, and adjustable split wings capable of up to 420 kg of downforce—all while being 43 kg less than the Performante. While road-capable, we found the STO is best when reserved for the track.
1. Lamborghini Huracán Sterrato
This is our winner: a rally-spec Huracán. It makes zero sense on paper. It’s got 30 fewer horsepower than its cousins. It’s heavier, tipping scales at 1,500 kg. It’s slower—3.4 to 100. Its top speed is 40 km/h less than the STO, only 260 km/h.
Driving it, there’s no rearward visibility, thanks to the snorkel plucked from the STO, so reversing requires camera reliance and a prayer. Our recent loaner had a roof-mounted full-size tire, which added drag and cabin noise on the highway. At current gas prices, and the Sterrato’s laughable MPG, driving hard costs $1.10 per minute. (Though wise words once shared by a wealthy car collector ring true: “If you think you can’t afford it, you definitely can’t afford it.)
Creature comforts? Pffsh. The sole cupholder is a joke; you can’t fit a large coffee in there.
There’s a radio with fancy speakers that you’ll never switch on. There’s no tactile volume button, anyway. You need two screen taps and one drag to increase your GPS volume. Of course, no storage. The tiny frunk resists large backpacks.
None of that matters. Because look at this thing. It belongs on bedroom posters.
In the Huracán Sterrato, you don’t need coffee, storage, or to know what’s behind you. Che importa?
Blow off work deadlines to rip around town, playing supercar taxi to giddy kids (and giddier parents). Startle your neighbours with crackling downshifts as you whiz by. Use Sport mode, for the louder exhaust, and chortle when a friend a half-mile away texts: “Is that the Lambo I hear from my office?!” Deal with the police, called after that engine roar wakes a sleeping baby. Become a hero to all teenage boys in your area. All of this will make you smile. This is supercar life.
The conceit is simple: what if Lambo made a rally car? Jack it up 1.7 inches, stretch the wheelbase 0.3 inches, give it beefy, purpose-made all-terrain Bridgestone tires, add some plastic body panels so rocks and debris aren’t chipping paint, toss in some rally drivetrain software—derived from the Urus—that lets the back step out under aggressive acceleration, and there you go.
Owners won’t rally this—though they should; we can attest from sampling the Sterrato on a rally course. But this is the ideal daily Huracan; one that glides over pockmarked local streets without a constant sheen of sweat on your brow. There are no worries you’re going to crack a pricy carbon splitter or pop a sidewall on a low-profile tire. Aluminium underbody panels offer extra protection from scrapes and bumps, too.
It can hang when pushed. There’s little difference in the on-road dynamics from the base Huracan, the EVO, or the RWD variants we’ve tried. Point, shoot, and repeat. In Sport mode, the stability control allows for a hint of sliding, and it’s a blast to feel a hint of oversteer on a highway offramp if you’re cooking it. Money can buy happiness; you just need about $380,000 to get this driveable meme.
The Sterrato is the best Huracán because it’s everything an Italian supercar should be: crazy, a little impractical, blindingly quick, and never dull.
The Swiss watchmaker just unveiled its new Constellation Observatory Collection today, the next step in its Constellation lineage and the first two-hand hour and minute timepieces to ever earn Master Chronometer certification. And if you were paying attention to any of the dazzling watches spotted at the Oscars this year, you would’ve caught a glimpse of the new line already: Sinners star Delroy Lindo rocked one of the models on the Academy Awards red carpet, giving us a pre-release preview of the collection.
Developed at Omega’s new Laboratoire de Précision (its chronometer testing lab open to all brands), the collection houses a set of nine 39.4 mm watches. The watches underwent 25 days of scrutiny there, analysed via a new acoustic testing method that recorded every sound emitted from the timepiece to track irregularities, temperature sensitivities, and more in the name of all things precision. (Details such as water resistance and power reserve are also thoroughly examined.) This meticulous process is all in the name of snagging that Master Chronometer label, meaning that the timepiece is highly accurate and surpasses the threshold for ultra-high performance. The Constellation Observatory Collection has now changed the game, though, thanks to its lack of a seconds hand.
A watch from the Constellation Observatory Collection, with the Observatory dome on display. Omega
“Until now, precision certification has required a seconds hand,” Raynald Aeschlimann, president and CEO of OMEGA, said in a press statement. “The development of a new acoustic testing methodology has made that requirement obsolete. It is this breakthrough that has enabled us to present the Constellation Observatory, the first two-hand watch to achieve Master Chronometer certification.”
In addition to notching its place in history, the collection also debuted a new pair of movements: the Calibre 8915 and the Calibre 8914, each perched on a skeletonised rotor base. The former’s Grand Luxe iteration will appear on the 950 Platinum-Gold model in the collection, which offers up that base in 18-karat Sedna Gold alongside a Constellation medallion in 18-karat white gold with an Observatory dome done in white opal enamel surrounded by stars. The second Calibre 8915, the Luxe, will find its home on the other precious-metal models in the line, either made with the brand’s 18-karat Sedna, Moonshine, or Canopus gold seen across the case, the hand-guilloché dial, and, of course, the movement itself. (Lindo chose to rock the Moonshine Gold on Moonshine Gold iteration, priced at approximately $86,000, for Sinners‘s big night at the Oscars.) As for the Calibre 8914, it can be found in the collection’s four steel models.
A look at a gold case-back from the collection. Omega
Each model is a callback to myriad design features on past Omega models. That two-hand dial, for one, comes from the 1948 Centenary (the brand’s first chronometer-certified automatic wristwatch), while the pie-pan dial (seen in various blue, green, and golden hues throughout the line) and that Constellation medallion caseback both appear on watches from 1952. The star adorning the space above 6 o’clock also harks back to 1950s timepieces from Omega. And to finish off the look, you can opt for alligator straps in a variety of colours, or perhaps a gold iteration to match the precious-metal models; the brick-like pattern on the 18-karat Moonshine bracelet was also inspired by Omega watches from the ’50s.
We’ll have to keep our eyes peeled for any other Constellation Observatory timepieces (or any other unreleased models from the brand) at the rest of the star-studded events headed our way this year—perhaps the Met Gala?
A modern classic in the making, combining naturally aspirated power with elegant restraint to deliver performance that feels as refined as it is visceral.
In a year when carmakers of all persuasions sheepishly extended hyperbolic electric targets, it’s fitting that the monastic puritans of Maranello—who, lest we forget, won’t finally yield to the sin of battery power until October with the Elettrica—opted to make combustion their major power play.
As an uncertain future of AI omnipresence barrels towards us, the 12Cilindri—an analogue, open-topped tribute to Ferrari’s late-’60s/early-’70s grand tourer, the Daytona—represents a defiant fade into the past, a pause for breath, a fleeting return to The Good Times when nascent technology provoked excitement rather than existential dread.
Guiding this automotive nostalgia trip is, as the nomenclature suggests, a naturally aspirated 6.5-litre V12 engine, generating an unceasing wave of power as it sears towards the 9,500 rpm redline with relative nonchalance. That’s because the 12Cilindri is not a mouth-foaming attack-dog. It scales performance heights with the refinement of the finest Italian works of art; its “Bumpy Road” mode facilitates comfy al fresco GT cruising, and even the imperious powerplant is mannerly at most speeds.
For all the yesteryear romance, progressive technologies and engineering, such as a world-class 8-speed transmission, advanced electronic aids and independent four-wheel steering, are baked into the deal. The 12Cilindri’s clean, stark design somehow toggles between retro and modern; and while vaguely polarising, one can’t ignore its magnetic road presence.
In terms of aesthetics, Ferrari describes the 12Cilindri as being “ready for space”; in many ways, a fantasy vehicle that transports users to another dimension is probably what the world needs right now.
On the fourth floor of Westfield Sydney, near the Castlereagh and Market Street entrance—in the space formerly occupied by Chanel—Loro Piana has opened its first Australian boutique. It is a significant address change for that corner of the mall, and a meaningful one for the Italian house, which has sourced Australian merino wool for decades but until now had no retail presence here.
The facade is understated—creamy, tactile, more about texture than theatre. Inside, the store unfolds across a single, expansive level divided into distinct men’s and women’s wings. The separation is clear without being heavy-handed: womenswear leads from soft accessories and leather goods into ready-to-wear, while menswear occupies its own assured territory, with tailoring and outerwear given proper breathing room. Footwear (supple loafers, luxurious slides, pared-back sneakers) is particularly strong, and the sunglasses are a quiet standout: mineral-toned frames with a disciplined elegance that feels entirely of the house.
That same restraint carries into the interiors, where the surfaces do much of the talking. Walls are wrapped in the company’s own linen and cashmere; carpets are custom, dense underfoot, softening the acoustics and the pace. Oak and carabottino wood add warmth without fuss; marble accents introduce a cool counterpoint. The effect is a composed space calibrated around material, proportion and restraint.
The Spring 2026 collection now in store underscores that sensibility. Silhouettes are elongated and fluid; cashmere, silk and featherweight merino move in sandy neutrals, creams and muddied earth tones, with flashes of marigold and pale turquoise breaking the calm. Tailoring is softly structured and projects confidence without aggression. Leather goods arrive in buttery skins that feel almost pre-lived, as though time has already worked its magic.
What distinguishes Loro Piana, particularly in a market that has grown noisier by the season, is its refusal to perform luxury in an obvious register. There are no oversized insignias telegraphing allegiance. Instead, the status is encoded in fibre count, in hand-feel, in how a coat hangs from the shoulder. It assumes the wearer knows and, crucially, does not need to announce it.
Sydney’s luxury landscape has matured in recent years; global houses no longer test the waters but commit to them. Yet Loro Piana’s arrival feels different. It is not trend-driven expansion but material logic. For a country whose sheep stations have long contributed to the house’s fabric story, this boutique reads almost as a thank-you note written in cashmere.
From nubby tweeds to supple shearlings, the season’s most exciting menswear is as richly textured as the forests, mountain and lakes surrounding Switzerland’s Gstaad Palace.
Above:Prada suede and shearling coat, $16,705, wool sweater, $3,325, and wool trousers, $3,045.
Fashion Shoot photographed by Eduardo Miera
Above: Loro Piana dark-camel Rain System cashmere jacket, $8,765, greige Rain System cashmere vest, $7,055, greige cashmere crewneck, $4,635, and brown wool trousers, $2,565; Brunello Cucinelli saddle-brown calfskin boots, $2,330.
Fashion Shoot photographed by Eduardo Miera
Above:Aspesi wool and cashmere field shirt, $1,260; Sacai wool trousers, $1,190; Brioni wool and cashmere tie, $420; Loro Piana x Le Chameau rubber boots, $2,240; Paul Smith sheepskin gloves, $420; Alonpi cashmere blanket, $2,805.
Fashion Shoot photographed by Eduardo Miera
Above: Tod’s wool mockneck sweater, $2,615; AMI viscose shirt, $625; Ralph LaurenPurple Label wool-twill trousers, $1,125; Patek Philippe Annual Calendar Ref. 5960P watch, $68,000, available at Phillips in association with Bacs & Russo, Gstaad Palace; Zegna acetate and metal sunglasses, $645.
Above:Ralph Lauren Purple Label brown wool-twill sport coat, $4,245, and trousers, $1,125, cream cotton shirt, $845, and brown wool-flannel tie, $335.
Fashion Shoot photographed by Eduardo Miera
Above:Louis Vuitton wool coat and wool trousers, prices upon request; Aspesi wool and cashmere sweater, $625.
Fashion Shoot photographed by Eduardo Miera
Above:Brunello Cucinelli alpaca, virgin-wool and cashmere cardigan, $7,795, silk and cotton jersey shirt, $1,630, cotton and virgin-wool trousers, $2,270, and calfskin belt, $1,320; Canali cashmere and silk blazer, $5,380; Brioni wool and cashmere tie, $420.
Fashion Shoot photographed by Eduardo Miera
Above:Moncler cream, brown and black mélange carded-wool sweater, $2,030, and brown ski trousers in 2L tech corduroy with RECCO reflector system, $2,765; Chopard L.U.C Quattro Mark IV watch, $57,295.
Model: Oriol Elcacho Miro
Grooming: Cristina Crosarastyle
Editor: Naomi Rougeau
Market and sittings editor: Simone Fantuzzi
Photo director: Irene Opezzo
Photo assistant: Ead Gjergji
Production: Monica Poli/
Assistant: Lorenzo Borboni
Casting: Bronson Vajda
Location: Special thanks to Gstaad Palace
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Photographed by Eduardo Miera
Styled by Alex Badia
This article appears in the Autumn issue 2026 of Robb Report Australia New-Zealand. Click here to subscribe.
In wine, as in travel, the most rewarding experiences are rarely found by following the crowd. They require curiosity, a little effort, and more often than not, the right recommendation.
As luxury travel continues its shift from spectacle to substance, many of Australia’s most compelling cellar doors remain largely undiscovered—known chiefly to sommeliers, bar managers and restaurateurs whose reputations hinge on what makes it into your glass. Ask them which wineries they’d drive past the big names to visit, the producers they seek out for themselves, the bottles they champion without fanfare, and a different map of Australian wineries emerges.
The following vineyards represent the new vanguard of homespun viniculture; the places worth planning a journey around; the cellar doors that justify a deliberate detour.
Stargazer Wines, Tasmania
Pastoral outlook at Stargazer.
When asked where he would go if he had just a single recommendation to give, Al Robertson— owner of Hobart’s legendary pocket-sized wine bar Sonny—doesn’t hesitate. “One word,” he says. “Stargazer.”
Run by Samantha Connew, one of the most respected and hard-working winemakers in the country, Stargazer has quietly become one of Tasmania’s most compelling small-batch producers, crafting finely tuned wines that emphasise purity, texture and a strong sense of place. “She makes gorgeous wines,” Robertson adds. “The riesling in particular—limey, mineral and razor-sharp—is perfect with local goat’s curd or seafood.”
There’s also the Rada red, a cult favourite at Sonny. Served lightly chilled, it’s a true sommelier’s wine—bright, savoury and surprisingly versatile, especially with tomato-heavy pasta or dishes rich with cheese.
Opened in late 2025, Stargazer’s bookings-only cellar door is a short 30-minute drive from central Hobart, tucked into the idyllic Coal River Valley, not far from award-winning Tassie icons Pooley and Tolpuddle. Tastings are deliberately intimate—capped at around 12 guests—unfolding beneath vast skies and among rows of chardonnay and pinot noir, the landscape proving as memorable as the wine in your glass.
The region’s accommodation is as compelling as its wine. While the capital and surrounds brim with beautifully curated stays, few rival Saffire Freycinet—the east coast’s all-inclusive masterpiece, consistently crowned among the world’s finest hotels. Perched above spectacular Wineglass Bay, its immersive, nature-led experiences—from private plunge pools to bespoke foraging dinners and oyster-inspired spa rituals—make the two-and-half-hour drive feel entirely worthwhile.
“Tastings are deliberately intimate, unfolding beneath vast skies… the landscape proving as memorable as the wine in your glass.”
Glenarty Road, Margaret River, Western Australia
Charcuterie plate and other farm-to-table goodies at Glenarty Road.
It’s impossible to talk about Western Australian wine without mentioning Margaret River—but even within this celebrated region, there are still places that reward those willing to go a little further.
“You’ve got to visit Glenarty Road,” urges Samuel Cocks, bar manager at Sydney’s world-renowned Saint Peter. Their Wildlings Savagnin is the “standout” wine he keeps coming back to, a variety rarely seen in Australia, let alone Margaret River. Textural, savoury and quietly complex, it’s a reminder that this popular region still has room to surprise.
Set on a working farm, Glenarty Road feels deeply connected to its surroundings. Sheep, pigs, cattle and sprawling vegetable gardens all feed into an experience that’s as much about food as it is wine. “Some of the best food I’ve had in WA is served here,” Cocks says, much of it sourced directly from the property. He’s not alone. WA food critics have consistently ranked it among Margaret River’s strongest dining experiences.
Beyond the usual cellar-door format, “Vino in the Vines” unfolds as a guided walk through the vineyard, with up to 10 wines matched to seasonal farm produce, house-made charcuterie and freshly baked bread. It’s immersive, generous and thoughtfully paced; closer to a curated gastronomic experience than a casual tasting.
Located further south along the coast, away from the Yallingup bustle, Glenarty Road demands a longer drive, but it’s one serious food-and-wine travellers deem essential. On the return, retreat to Cape Lodge—Margaret River’s grande dame of luxury digs—a lakeside estate of manicured gardens, private suites and a dining room that has long set the regional standard.
For those wanting to stay closer to Perth, Swan Valley endures as a local staple. Compact, historic, yet quietly evolving, Cocks describes it as, “Probably one of Australia’s hottest regions.” One local pearl is Vino Volta, an experimental, modern producer focusing on Swan Valley hero varietals like chenin blanc and grenache. Its sparkling wines, easy-drinking reds and whites, and decadent fortified verdelho have earned a loyal following among Aussie sommeliers.
Krinklewood Estate, Hunter Valley, New South Wales
Scandi-influenced lodge at Krinklewood Estate.
Just over two hours north of Sydney, in the Broke Fordwich sub-region of the Hunter Valley, Krinklewood offers one of the region’s most transportive cellar-door experiences. Family-owned and farmed organically and biodynamically for decades—long before it became a marketing hook—the estate feels worlds away from the busier Pokolbin circuit. Its Provençal-inspired gardens, sun-drenched courtyard, olive groves, fountains and roaming peacocks create an atmosphere that encourages indulgent lingering.
The wines are elegant and restrained: verdelho, semillon, chardonnay and shiraz, all made with a light touch. A trattoria-style kitchen on site turns out simple seasonal plates and cheese boards, designed to complement rather than compete with the wines.
Make a night of it in one of the estate’s Scandi-inspired lodges—minimalist, timber-clad, with outdoor baths under open skies—or check into Tower Lodge in Pokolbin, among the Hunter’s most exclusive retreats. Dinner is best taken at Muse, a two-hatted stalwart that has long anchored the area’s fine-dining scene.
Nearby, Running Horse Wines is worth a stop for something altogether more idiosyncratic. Headed up by former jockey Dave Fromberg, the cellar door is unique in every sense of the word. Rustic and striking, it’s built from six elevated shipping containers overlooking the vineyard. Tastings here are informal, personal and unhurried—more conversation than ceremony—with Fromberg himself often pouring and storytelling in equal measure. The glass bench-top doubles as a showcase, lit from below so that the colours of Dave’s wines—especially the deep, layered tones of his aged shiraz—can be fully admired.
Bekkers Wine, McLaren Vale, South Australia
An inter-generational stroll among the vines at Bekkers.
Among serious drinkers, Bekkers has achieved near-mythic status. The tiny, family-run label is the work of respected viticulturist Toby Bekkers and his French-trained winemaker wife Emmanuelle. Together, they focus on refined, fine-wine expressions of grenache and syrah—deliberately resisting the heavier, more obvious styles McLaren Vale is often known for.
Production is ultra-small, often just a few hundred to around a thousand cases a year, with most bottles snapped up via allocation lists or poured at a handful of top-tier restaurants. That makes a visit to their appointment-only cellar door a rare opportunity to experience the wines at the source, guided by the people who make them.
Round out your SA trip with a night at The Louise, located north in the Barossa—a vineyard-encircled retreat that has quietly become one of Australia’s most enduring luxury addresses.
“Provençal-inspired gardens, sun-drenched courtyard, fountains and roaming peacocks create an atmosphere that encourages indulgent lingering.”
Wild Dog Winery & Entropy, Gippsland, Victoria
Toby and Emmanuelle Bekkers quality-test their limited-run wine.
Two hours east of Melbourne, the landscape begins to shift. The air cools, the roads narrow, the vineyards are fewer, and more scattered. Gippsland has long existed at the periphery of Victoria’s wine consciousness, but those paying attention know something is changing.
“The Wild Dog Winery just south of Warragul gets my vote,” says Dave Verheul, owner of Melbourne’s Embla and cult vermouth label Saison—a figure whose palate has helped shape the city’s modern wine scene. “It’s home to winemakers like William Downie and Patrick Sullivan, but what Ryan Ponsford is making under the Entropy label is very, very special.”
Set high in the hills, Wild Dog Winery is less a single estate than a quiet epicentre for some of the country’s most thoughtful winemaking. Among them, Ponsford’s Entropy Wines stands apart. His 2024 cabernet is elegant, restrained and evocative of place in a way that feels both unmistakably Australian and entirely its own. Tastings unspool without theatre, the focus squarely on the wine and the landscape that shaped it. “The added bonus,” Verheul notes, “is being able to dine at Hogget Kitchen, one of regional Victoria’s best restaurants.”
For those willing to venture beyond the familiar, Gippsland offers the rare pleasure of discovery in real time, a dominion whose best bottles are still shared more often by word of mouth than by map. Indeed, the most memorable Australian wine experiences share a common thread: they reward the curious over the merely well-travelled. Because in the end, the best wine journeys rarely follow the most direct route. And the memories—the flavours, the landscapes, the stories—are all the richer for it.
This article appears in the Autumn issue 2026 of Robb Report Australia New-Zealand. Click here to subscribe.