Bia blanc is a white French wine grape variety that is no longer commercially cultivated for wine production with only a few plantings existing worldwide in viticultural archives and experimental vineyards. The exact origins of Bia blanc are not yet known though ampelographers have noted that the grapevine shares some morphological similarities to the red Isère grape Peloursin, one of the parent varieties to Petite Sirah (Durif).
In the 20th century, ampelographers Louis Levadoux and (decades later) Linda Bisson categorized Bia blanc as a member of the Pelorsien eco-geogroup along with Durif, Béclan, Dureza, Exbrayat, Jacquère, Joubertin, Mondeuse blanche, Peloursin, Servanin and Verdesse.
Over the years, Bia blanc has been known under a variety of synonyms including: Bear, Beard and Biard.
BIA or Bia may refer to:
Bia is a Neotropical genus of butterflies, named by Hübner in 1819. They are in the brush-footed butterfly family, Nymphalidae.
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In Greek mythology, Bia, (in Greek: Βία, "Violence"), was the personification of force and raw energy, daughter of Pallas and Styx, and sister of Nike, Kratos, and Zelus.
She and her siblings were constant companions of Zeus. They achieved this honour after supporting Zeus in the war of the Titans along with their mother. Bia is one of the characters named in the Greek tragedy Prometheus Bound, written by Aeschylus, where Hephaestus is compelled by the gods to bind Prometheus after he was caught stealing fire and offering the gift to mortals.
Let me down this day, I know I've done wrong I was out in the desert I'm planning here stoned you bought it our stammer, my way around love I candle the fires, the burn the emperor's above.
And let me down ready with the simplity wind if I don't start to feel better I may do it all again and it's only way of making you talk. Far is the only way of making you talk.
Don't mention the scandal it pours me into the lies I care with me and the truth that you're through I'm heavy with darkness don't push on my throne I never asked for you distance for you to leave me alone
And let me down ready with the simplity wind If I don't start feel better I may do it all again Far it's the only way of making you talk. Far it's the only way of making you talk.