I started this blog as a way to keep my thoughts together about the trip I took to France in January 2008. I have taken a hiatus from blogging about my trip and decided to write about all things of the alcoholic nature.
My friends and I used to do a dance in college known as the "Back in the Game" dance. We performed this spastic exercise in weird every time one of us would get back on the horse. It was meant for getting a good review after a lousy performance or a new date after a break up...here I am using it as starting to "blog" again. After about a two month hiatus, I thought it was time to get the creative drinking juices flowing.
Before I sat down to write, I made myself a huge cup of Ginger/Peach Green Tea with a healthy dose of Barenjager Honey Liqueur in it. I was all settled in and cozy, when the mug spilled over and now I have a wet sock and two soaked towels. Btw, there downloads are pretty amazing, this is the one for "winter". So much for sipping on a nice relaxing warm beverage. I truly believe that this happened for a reason since I had been plotting on opening my bottle of Pappy 15. No time like the present and my glass is in a much more stable position.I haven't had much time to really taste anything, but have still managed to buy some wonderful spirits and plot out some upcoming Scotch tastings. For my personal collection, I snagged one of the Thomas H. Handy Sazerac Rye and the Pappy Van Winkle 15. While at Char4 a few nights ago, I purchased the Sazerac 18 and then sent guilt ridden emails to the man who allocates the entire Pappy/Antique Line. I haven't heard back from him yet. The Sazerac 18 is absolutely unbelievable and since we never recieved any at the Chateau, have taken to bartering with other people who have it. I'm hoping that eventually we can have a Bourbon/Rye club that brings in hard to obtain items and we share tastes. Or I organize an official Big Boy Spirits tasting.
It's true, I have been doing my fair share of Bourbon drinking lately; Eagle Rare, Willett and of course Bulleit are all on the top of my going out to drink list. Unfortunately, not too many places have any of those and I drank all the Eagle Rare at my favorite watering hole, leaving me with Basil Hayden (which is nothing to spit out).
There was Jew Christmas, where no stops were made on the wine we drank. Jew Christmas is when people who have no place to be on Xmas Eve join us for Chinese food and wine. This was our third year in a row at Hunan Delight. Here are a few pics, but they don't do our festivities justice:
I was still hopeful on Tuesday morning that someone would come through with a ticket to Whiskyfest for me, but by 5pm I had lost all hope. One of our reps said he would try and and sneak me in, but when I talked to him after he got there it seemed that it was impossible. Bummed out, I went to go and sulk in the office while I worked. Then at 7:40PM I got a phone call from one of my sales reps, "Where are you, I have a ticket". That's all I needed to hear before I started squealing, throwing on my jacket and running out the door.
I made it to the Marriott Marquee in about 35 minutes and had a glass in hand by 8:30. Along with my saviours, Alex and Peter, I jumped right in. I had an hour and fifteen minutes to taste....it was GO time!
My first stop was at the Arran table, a malt from the Isle of Arran which is off the west coast of the Lowlands. Just the night before, my co-worker and part of Team Whisk(e)y, Tara, was showing me their website and talking about how we should carry their products in the store. I thought it was an odd coincidence they were the first table I saw. I tasted through the line that they currently had available and was very impressed with the Madeira and Bourbon finishes.
I really wanted to try things that we didn't have in the store and make stronger connections with people to obtain harder to find items. I spent a few moments scanning the aisle of booths to see what else was on the row I hadn't heard of or tried and came up with Old Pulteney, Scotland's most northern distillery. It's also known as the "Manzanilla of the north" named after the famous style of Sherry. I found the Scotch to be very elegant with a bit of salt and sweet. I can't wait to bring this one into the store. It tastes great and will be on the shelf for under $40!
I quickly looked over the next few rows of booths and spotted the Glenrothes table, a whiskey I had seen before, but hadn't a chance to try yet. There were a good handful of people surrounding the booth since this was one drink that had the attention of the Hassidic community. It's Rabbi certified even with the small amount of Sherry used. I was able to get the attention of the man behind the booth and he poured me the Glenrothes Reserve, a very smooth and rich style. It's a blend of different vintages (all single malts) combined into one luscious drink. I moved onto the 1991, 1985 and then the 1975. I was asking the representative from the distillery questions, but he was being hounded by some crazy whiskyfest goers who were pouring their own drinks. While juggling the self-pourers he introduced me to Timothy who is the sales director for New York and New Jersey of the brand. I told him how excited I was bout the beverage and couldn't wait to order it from Southern. The Select Reserve is already on our shelves. (I work fast).
It was already after 9PM and I still hadn't made it over to the Pappy Van Winkle and Buffalo Trace table. I would have kicked my own arse had I not gone to see the Van Winkles. Even though I was almost sold out of our entire allocation, I still wanted to taste whatever they had. I started off with the Pappy 15, then tried the 23 and the 20. I was completely surprised by how different this years bottlings were. Last year, the 20 had turned a bit medicinal, but this year it maintained every bit of Bourbon essence. The 23 was even more exciting and now knew why it was the first to fly off the shelf. I saw David Harper (the gateway to my Pappy and Buffalo Trace Antique Line) and he informed me that there might be some more Pappy 23 in my future. YES! Heights Chateau is now the proud owner of three more of those puppies. Maybe two if I can find someone to go in on a bottle with me. I asked him about the Antique line as well, but am still not sure what is being set aside for us. That didn't stop me from trying whatever they had.
The George T. Stagg was already gone, but was able to try the Weller, Eagle Rare 17, Handy and Sazerac 18. All were amazing. I had no idea how strong any of them were until the ladies behind the booth told me that what I was trying averaged about 125 proof. Here's a copy of the press release:
The Antique Collection will once again feature five limited-release whiskies of various ages, recipes and proofs. Here is what whiskey lovers can expect:
Sazerac Rye 18 Year Old
Two time winner of the “American Whiskey of the Year” award, the 2008 release is comprised of whiskey that has been aging in Warehouse K on the first floor. The first floor enables the barrels to age slowly and gracefully. This vintage has a spicy aroma with very mature notes of oak and molasses.
Eagle Rare 17 Year Old
These barrels were distilled in the spring of 1991 and have been aging in Warehouse C. This bourbon was 17 years old at the time of bottling giving it almond, caramel and leather notes with a dry finish.
George T. Stagg
The 2008 George T. Stagg was found on the lower floors of Warehouse I and K. This bourbon was distilled back in the spring of 1993 and weighs in at a hardy 141.8 proof—very powerful stuff! The whiskey tastes of dark chocolate, roasted coffee beans and mature oak.
William Larue Weller
William Larue Weller is the Antique Collection’s uncut, unfiltered, wheat recipe bourbon. The barrels were aged 11 years and two months on the ninth floor of Warehouse I. This William Larue Weller release registers at 125.3 proof. It tastes of dried fruit sweetness, soft vanilla and cinnamon spices.
Thomas H. Handy Sazerac
Thomas H. Handy Sazerac is the newest addition to the Antique Collection. It is an uncut and unfiltered straight rye whiskey. The barrels were aged six years and five months on the fifth floor of Warehouse M with a proof of 127.5. It’s very flavorful and will remind drinkers of “Christmas Cake.”
After praising the magician they call the master distiller of the antique line (how could he make something so strong taste so smooth), I wandered off to the Laphroaig table. They had already started putting bottles away and after drinking 125 proof Bourbons, there wasn't much more I could stand.
So there ended my hour and fifteen minutes of Whiskyfest 2008.
Tara and I are sitting in the world's smallest office in Brooklyn, sipping on Sam Houston Bourbon and Jefferson Reserve. I'm not past begging for Whiskyfest tickets...and we have drunk dialed quite a few members of the alcoholic community.
You would think that two girls BEGGING would lead to some results, but as of now, I've gotten a "maybe I could sneak you in x 3". This is not good as we are Team Whisk(e)y...the e is negotiable.
Tara is pointing out that certain single malts have the word "the" in front of them and we like it. I mean when you say can I have a bottle of Laphroaig, doesn't it sound better to say "could I please have a bottle of The Laphroaig." It just adds a sense of distinguished calling...like a gentleman. I would personally appreciate if customers started asking for me by "is The Elana" available...
Tara would also like to be referred to as "The The" since it could be meant for a plethora of things.
I know I have not updated THE BLOG in a while, but do have many stories to share...especially of a Didier Dagueneau brunch where I drank nothing but DD for 7 hours. I took about two or three pictures of the wines and then 20 of the wiener dogs that were present.
Ok...I think it's time we peace out and get some grub.
I was so adamant about going to this tasting that I threatened to quit if I was unable to go. I usually only get that excited when the Melvins are playing or my best friend is coming to town. As usual it was another very hectic morning at the Chateau, but I was on a mission to get my work done and go. Ariel showed up so I could leave, but out of the corner of my eye I saw two gentlemen fondling my Pappy 23. I had to turn around and talk bourbon...one of my favorite past-times. After 20 minutes, I excused myself and ran to the tasting. I still made it with an hour and a half of tasting time.
I had a laundry list of the wines I wanted to taste, but after seeing the spread of wines, my plan of attack went out the window. My main goal at this point was to try as much red as possible, move onto the sparkling and then hit up the whites.
I thought I would do my hit list of yummy juice....
Laurent Barth Marckrain Grand Cru Gewurtraminer 2006- This was probably one of the best Gewurtraminer's I've ever tasted. Lots of apricot with a dry sweet spice long finish. It ruled. Retail price: about $40
Clos du Tue-Boeuf Cheverny Rouge 2007- a lovely little wine full of chocolate and cherries. Retail price: $18 - $20
Franck Peillot Montagnieu Brut NV (Petillant)- rich and yeasty...just the way I like my sparkling Retail price: $20 - $22
Francois Pinon Vouvray Petillant Brut NV- I love this sparkling wine and can't figure out how it is I don't have this at the store yet. Retail price: $22 - $25
Larmandir-Berneir Brut Blanc de Blancs Premier Cru NV- We tried this in the store a few weeks ago and was completely in love with it. A bio dynamic Champagne with very little dosage. It's bone dry but has a very full mouth with a good balance of fruit and minerality. This is probably going to be my NYE Chompers this year. Retail price: $58 - $60
The Eric Texier table was packed the whole time I was there...I sort of gave up on waiting in line to taste, but did manage to try his 2005 Cote-Rotie VV...yowzers that was good. Retail price: $72 - $75
The Terre Dorees Line Up...I heart Jean-Paul Brun. He's the rock star of the Beaujolais world and all of the wines I tasted backed up that statement. All of them were great, but my favorites were th L'Ancien Vieilles Vignes 2007, the 2007 Fleurie was absolutely gorgeous and his 2007 Moulin-a-Vent was smokin' hot- big and bold with an elegance that is found in many of the great Cote du Nuits. The wines range from $16 - $26. Yay!
Going on a Beaujolais spree, I tasted the Georges Descombes 2006 Morgon and the 2007 Regnie, both of which were D E L I C I O U S. All I put after the Morgon was "holy crap that's good". If I had my way, I would hook that bottle of Morgon up to an IV. Retail price: $26 - $30
Roagna: I've only had the good fortune to try this famous Italian producer twice before. Once was a bottle of 96 Paje Barbaresco and another time at the Polaner tasting two years ago. This time I got to try all the early 01 Barolos which were surprisingly elegant. I think Dressner was right when he compared the Vigna Rionda 2003 to La Tache. There were six on the table and I want them all! Actually there were 7 but I never made it back to try the white Roagna. Reminder to self...ask Polaner rep for a taste next time he has that bottle out.
As I'm going through my tasting booklet I realized I missed the best table of all...the table with all the 1988 vintages. I am kicking myself firmly in the ass as I read through the list of wines that I missed. The biggest bummer, missing the Chidaine Montlouis Clos Habert 1988....DAMN!
Still trying to taste all the reads I stumbled over to the Thierry Puzelat bottles. I triple starred his Le Telquel VDT 2007 Rouge. Inexpensive and really really really good. I wrote a big fat YAYTouraine Rouge "Pouille" 2006, but was diggin the "In Cot We Trust". Huge robust flavor. Malbec from France rules. I might have found my new Loire Valley darlings.
Just as I was finishing up the Puzelat, I ran into my Polaner rep Michael who pointed out the Massa Vecchia. Always listen to your wine rep at a tasting. They rarely will let you down. The Rosato was unlike any other rose I've ever had. Rich, full bodied and absolutely luscious. It was more red than pink. Even with the sticker price leaving me in shock...I still wanted it. Michael pointed out I should keep myself in check since that was only their rose and I hadn't even tried the big guns, their Rooso Querciola IGT Maremma 2004. All I could write was "cry so good." My plan was to quickly taste everything else and run back to DRINK those. They were also next to the Radikon table. Michael was tempting me with their pure silkiness, but I had so much more to try and about 30 minutes left. I put the Radikon on my "go back to it and drink" list.
I quickly dashed over to the sparkling table to find it almost all gone. The biggest disappointment under the wine heading. I was also impressed with his being that there was no Saint Peray left to sample. My associate Tara and I had been on a mission to try some for 6 months with no luck. I told Joe how disappointed I was to be so close yet so far, and he was kind enough to obtain a sample for me.
Twenty minutes to go and I finally got in the Texier and then ran over to try the Chidaine and Pinon. I don't know how to choose. They're all sooooo good, especially the 2006 ChidaineMontlouis Clos Habert. It tastes like a fine aged still champagne. Unbelievable! As if that wasn't good enough, I tried Pinon 2005 Vouvray Cuvee Botrytis. My mouth was in a state of ecstasy.
The people who were working the tasting were pulling bottles off the table as I was still running around trying to taste everything. I never even made it to the Brenton, but I left feeling very satisfied with everything else I got to try. My only other disappointment was that Joao from Quinta do Infantado cancelled and I never got to worship his port in front of him.
Now I need to figure out what I can bring into the store and where to put it.
It's Tuesday, but yet in my head it felt like Wednesday. Yesterday was an ordinary Monday at work and today was a typical Tuesday morning, but somewhere down the road...it just became Wednesday. I kept staring at the schedule and looking at all the people coming in, but in reality I was looking at the wrong page. But then sales reps who are scheduled for tomorrow came in today.
I honestly just thought that today was a really strange day. I was insane at work and there was a crank caller who wouldn't stop calling. I called our phone company and the woman on the other end of the phone said she was having a bad day as well. Now I'm in the safety of my own home having a conversation with my best friend who was also having a not so hot day. So while drinking our respected Blue Moon's 1500 miles apart from each other, I started asking her if it was a full moon. Michelle, my BFF, said that it was an excuse to cover up for when people behave irresponsibly. I can understand that to some point. It's like getting away with murder because you have P.M.S.
I decided to test out this full moon theory and looked it up...low and behold, IT'S A FULL MOON! I'm not one to go running to point the finger at mother nature, yet I can't help feeling this moon thing is paying it's price today. I wonder what day the vines think it is...
And Michelle kept thinking it was Wednesday.
At least my bagels got to Washington and I got to order Hirsch 20 year old Bourbon & 22 year old Rye!
I am still in disbelief that not even a week ago, I was in Woodinville, Washington at Efeste wines, participating in their daily process during crush. Crush is what they call what happens in the winery after the grapes are picked and brought in. While planning my trip, I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
It all started a few months ago when I met Robert Carter, the sales manager of Efeste Wines at Heights Chateau. He came in through T. Edwards and was very warm and inviting to us about the winery. We tasted through the line and thought that most of them were absolutely superb. I told him how I was eager to participate in a harvest and invited me out there. He even called the winemaker and had me chat with him about the wines. My mind was made up, I had to go out there and see what was going on with the winemaker Brennon Leighton and Efeste.
Having only been to wineries in France, I was still thinking this was going to be a more European experience. Robert informed me that the grapes were actually a few hours away from the winery and more than likely, I wouldn’t be picking them. But he promised me that we would go out to the vineyards and see the grapes as well as get to participate in the sorting of them back at the winery. I told him as long as my hands got purple, it was all good.
My first day out there was a bit of a wash. There was a crush in process, but were finishing up and getting ready for lunch. Brennon started to give me a tour of the winery and show me what was in the process of fermentation before grabbing a plate of food. It was during lunch that Robert showed up and told me he had plans for dinner. Brennon and the assistant winemaker Mary were eager to introduce me to the world of clean up, but it looked as if I was going to be resting up before dinner. I really wanted to dive right in, but after being up since 4:30am, I was more than happy to get a nap in.
Dinner was more than I could have asked for. Robert took us to one of Seattle’s hot spot’s Wild Ginger and was joined by some fellow New Yorkers- Steve from Blue Fin and Ann Marie from Harbour Lights. He completely spoiled us by ordering some of the best wines I’ve had: 96 Lafite, Krug MultiNV, Billecart-Salmon Brut Rose…then there was the 85 Dr. Loosen our Sommelier brought us and the 89 Zilliken. But the grand finale was the 2004 Silex by the dearly departed Didier Dagueneau. As if the food and drink were great enough, Wild Ginger also owns the nightclub Triple Door that’s next door and Todd Rundgren was playing. Noel was more than happy to take us over…through the kitchen and since I’m in love with kitchens…I had to shoot some video footage:
I was having a great time, but in the back of my head a voice was telling me I should get some sleep since I was meeting Brennon at 7am to see the vineyards.
Walking up very groggy before the crack of dawn was not fun, but I was excited to be spending the day with Brennon and learning about his approach to making wine. Robert drove me to the corner of nowhere for him to pick me up and get on the road. Still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, we approached his favorite coffee place and saw one of those fancy coffee's with the designer foam. Oh la la. We also picked up some organic PB&J's and hit the road again. Our first stop wasn't for 2 hours and we settled into the early morning drive.
First up was Evergreen, the vineyards where Efeste gets all of their white grapes from. We walked through the Riesling and ate the grapes off the vines. Some of the bunches had botrytis growing on them too...which of course I tried as well. Brennon pointed out what he was looking for in the parts of the grape before he gave the OK to harvest- skins needed to not have a chalkiness, there shouldn't be a bite in the finish and the seeds are no longer green. He chews on them and makes judgements. No tools are used out on the fields to measure the sugars and acid levels...it's all by taste. The Riesling wasn't ready yet and we moved onto the Chardonnay. The vines had already been pruned and all that was left hanging was the grapes that were ready to be picked. After tasting one of those ripe grapes off the vine, my store bought grape days were over. Everything was in perfect balance- the skins melted, the juice was succulent and the seeds broke away from the pulp easily. On the unripe grapes, you have to sort of work the seeds away from the middle before spitting them out. These grapes were ripe and I couldn't wait to see them come into the winery and get pressed.
I can't exactly recall the exact number of vineyards we went to, but it was definitely in the double digits. The rest of the day was an assortment of red varieties...mostly Cabernet Sauvignon, but we also had Syrah (which was getting picked the next day) and Mourvedre. Brennon took samples of some of the vines to bring back to the winery and check their PH levels and sugar levels. We moved very fast from vineyard to vineyard taking very short breaks to maybe talk to a winemaker or vineyard manager. Here's a collage of photos from our different stops:
The second to last vineyard we went to was that of Dick Boushey's in Yakima Valley, who is one of the most respected winemakers/vineyard owners in Washington state. He was out with his dogs testing the Barbera and Sangiovese when we ran into him and had an interesting conversation. The topic, which varietal is going to be the next big thing. Dick was experimenting with some interesting varietals including, Picpoul, Chenin Blanc, Grenache Blanc and Tempranillo. I told him how much I loved some of the grapes he was working with and offered me bottles to take back home to try. I was also fascinated with his taster...
Last but not least, was the famed Red Mountain Vineyards, which payed tribute to Chateneuf du Pape by having the little chapel on the top of the hill. We went to collect samples of the Cabernet Sauvignon from different parts of the slope they were growing. What I found most interesting was that the grapes were riper on the southwestern part of the row. Brennon not only told me his philosophy of what Cab should taste like (herbaceous), but also informed me of how the sun sets in Washington making those grapes on the SW side riper before the others. It truly is amazing how far along the state is given that the first vines were only planted a little over 30 years ago.
Not only was Red Mountain beautiful, but the gates were locked and we had to do some off-roading to escape...
The whole trip wasn't all tasting grapes and chatting with vineyard managers and winemakers, we had some distractions as well. My favorite moment was when driving down a busy East Washington road, there was one lonely McCain/Palin sign. It's been ages since I felt the urge to steal a sign, but I couldn't leave that in the middle without an Obama one in sight. Lucky for me Brennon wasn't opposed to this and we made a U-turn...and nobody stopped to yell.
There was also an adventure in a grocery store where at the deli counter I asked if they could make a cheese sandwich...that was the most bizarre example of a grilled cheese I could have ever imagined. Brennon and I heading back towards Seattle reminisce while watching the beautiful Washington sunset.
We didn't get back to Robert's house until almost 10pm (remember we left at 7am). I was exhausted and fell right to sleep since we had a long day back at Efeste. Robert was joking I had to go in at 6am to do punch down, but Brennon said nobody was showing up till at least 8am...yay!
We got a late start Friday morning and managed to show up at the winery around 9am, where I found Mary with all the bags of samples we collected. She put me right to work crushing the grapes so their brix (sugar levels) and PH balance could be taken. Finally, a chance to step on some grapes even if they were in garbage bags. We lined them up and took their readings. We also taste tested the different juices because science can only tell you so much and it's more fun to use your own senses.
After cleaning up our samples, Mary had me work with Ben on topping off all the barrels. This is done to keep the wine from oxidizing while sitting in the barrels and to refill the wine that had evaporated. This is done once a month. Each type of wine has a keg sister that is hooked up to a tank of gas to give it pressure and make the juice flow. Little did I know, I had to climb up five rows of barrels to do this task. While Ben is part spiderman...I am not...good thing I don't give up easily. I was given a quick tutorial before I embarked on my mission.
Then it was my turn...
After the barrels are filled you have to clean up all of the spillage, and with me behind the wheel- there was lots to clean up:
Ben and I worked on topping off the barrels for almost the whole day. I got all the way up to the last two and half rows before going to help Brennon and Mary with getting the barrels and the equipment ready for the sort happening on Saturday. To be honest, I think Ben saw how pooped I was and offered to finish it up and I wasn't going to say no. I think it was already well into the late afternoon before he was done in there. In the meantime, I washed out the barrels for the Chardonnay that was getting pressed and helped punch down some of the fermenting grapes. Punching down helps break up all the skins, seeds and stems that have risen to the top. It's important to do this twice a day in order to extract color, flavor, and tannins. The process also helps put oxygen into the vat to help the fermentation process, keep bad bacteria away and regulate the temperature (it gets hot when sugars turn to alcohol). I thought topping off the barrels was tough, but this was another challenge to my physical abilities. Mary suggested they get a plank out to put across the bin, but Brennon pointed out I was wearing good shoes. He showed me how to get up on the edge and then told me to punch everything down with the over-sized potato masher. While Mary was encouraging me on, Brennon was taking bets if I would fall into the vat. Extra paranoia for me while trying to balance and use all my force to push down the cap.
By 6pm I felt like I had earned the title of cellar rat and hurt in way too many places. My hands were stained purple and there were random cuts, scrapes and bruises all over my hands and arms, but I felt good. The day was full of hard work but I also got a little bit of play time in with Mary's dog Finley:
And there was also the forklift...
We all grabbed a beer and headed into Brennon's office to decompress and discuss what time we were getting there for the sort. Brennon, Robert and I headed out to their local favorite restaurant the Barking Frog for dinner and met up with one of the Efeste owners Patrick. We had a lovely dinner, but were anxious to get back to the winery and see the grapes coming in from the harvest. I don't know if you've gotten this yet, but when it's harvest time, all that one does is eat, sleep and live grapes. It was another long day with a very hard sleep. Saturday was not going to be any easier of a day, but I am happy to say there was no climbing involved.
Saturday morning came way too quickly and before I knew it, everyone was back at the winery for the crush. Mary had coordinated volunteers to help with all the sorting and brought in a nice group of people who had one the day in a silent auction. She also brought what Washington calls bagels...I called them round pieces of wonder bread with a hole in the middle. While Brennon and Mary were getting ready for everyone, Ben and I went to take the brix and temperatures of all the fermentation vats as well as some of the barrels. By 8:30 am, Efeste was filled with people and everyone took their positions on the sort line and in the winery. Mary was excited that they had a new cellar rat (me) and appointed me hose girl. My job for the day was to rinse off the empty grape bins and make sure I kept the floor clean and free from sticky grape mush. Ben tended to the press and made sure the grapes were spread evenly, while Brennon and Mary worked with the volunteers on the sort line and bringing in the bins of grapes to sort through. We were like a well oiled machine and was more than happy to roll up my sleeves and do my part. Chardonnay was the first grape to be sorted and it was a fairly simple process. The bad grapes were taken off the table and everything else just went right into the press. within an hour the juice was starting to flow out. I just cupped my hand under the flow and slurped it right up. Sooooooo good. I tried to convince Brennon that the fresh Chardonnay would make a killer cocktail with bourbon, but he didn't think it would be the best idea to send someone to the store for a bottle. Next time, I'll know to be prepared.
We quickly blew threw the white grapes and let the volunteers take a break while Mary, Ben and I set up for the Syrah. This had an extra sorting table and a de-stemmer. Also, the grapes didn't go directly into the press, but went into fermentation vats. The first table sorted, then those grapes went into the de-stemmer and then were sorted again before going into the fermentation bin. The red varietals are definitely more work and the natives were getting restless. The pace was sped up on the sort line and it was very reminicsent of an I Love Lucy episode. After a few hours of picking through the grapes, my mind started to wander and began to come up with superhero names and and powers for everyone at the winery. Ben was the Barrel Monkey and his power was to appear in a flash at any harvest around the world. Mary was the Hose Mistress and her superpower was that she could blast away anything with her hose of water. Brennon was the Anti-Spoofalator and he battled Spoofalators of wine. My superhero was Squeegee Girl and was able to push out all evil into the p-trap (the drain built into the winery floor that collects all the debris). I think there should be a comic book spin-off based on these characters, but that would be a whole other blog.
When the last bin of Syrah was dumped onto the sort table, there was a huge sigh of relief coming from the volunteers. That meant lunch was coming and they could sit and drink some wine. For Mary, Ben and I, it meant that we had a while to go before we were done. It was time to put all of our superpowers together and clean up everything. Together we had three hoses going at the same time. Mary gave me the job of cleaning out the hopper and sorting table. When I finished I was ready to clean more, but Mary urged me to go and eat before it was all gone- her and Ben would finish up the remaining. Shortly after I started my lunch, Robert informed me we had to get going if I was going to get back to his place, shower and pack before my flight. I was bummed that I had to leave so soon and thought about changing my flight.
I said my goodbyes and was off to the wineries down the street where there was an open house. We went to visit Mark Ryan who's father was my driver when I landed in Seattle. I really wanted to try his wines since he made a Viognier. It was jam packed and I was soaking wet from hosing everything. It wasn't the best time for me to be trying anything except a shower and a nap.
Robert and his wife Lara were such gracious hosts and took me to dinner in downtown Seattle at Purple before dropping me off at the airport. My Washington Wine Journey had come to an end...for now.
Robert is coming to Heights Chateau on Wednesday, October 22nd at 5:30pm to taste everyone on Efeste wines. I hope to see you all there.
