As a smooth red wine slides over my taste buds, the shrieking calls of monkeys cut through the air, originating from somewhere to my left, in the tropical jungle near a Buddhist shrine.
In the distance, beyond row after row of grape vines, an Asian elephant plods along in the humid afternoon weather.
I am ensconced in a comfortable armchair at the kind of scenic, upmarket vineyard which is commonplace in my home state, Western Australia. But there are no monkeys, elephants or swathes of jungle in the state's winery-rich southern region.