September always feels like a return. Back to routine, back to the things you left in June, back to whatever you were doing before summer got in the way. This month's drop leans in. A salty, slow-building white that our very first tastemaker picked years ago and still holds up. A light, poppy red built on the idea that something new comes out of what came before. And a funky orange wine from a guy who left home to make wine everywhere else before coming back to do it his own way.

Three wines that took the long way. Worth every mile.