“Sometimes the only reason to do something is to see its beauty in the end. When you are done, you walk away feeling better than if you had not done that something….”
When I look over the vines of Tempranillo and Syrah, cracking and spiraling as they grow, they seemed to be ancient. They are just fifteen years old and we mark the day we planted them by the face of our eldest son of the same age. , The vines’ skin folds, like that of an old sun weathered person, and bends in interesting ways. The land has begun to speak to the vines telling them secrets of the place where their roots grow. We only hear echoes of this conversation, but their talk is always about black mountain fruit such as dark huckleberries, black raspberries, and wild blackberries with hints of desert sage and star anise. We hope we are getting the best of this conversation, but maybe not.
We settled on a vineyard in Mosier, Oregon once visited by generations of Chinook Indians and famous American explorers traveling by canoes. This land we farm biodynamically and have planted Tempranillo, Syrah, and Viognier. In May 2012 we added small parcels of Malbec, Cabernet Franc, and perhaps eccentrically, Petit Verdot.
Oregon is a remarkable fit for Pinot noir, so we have placed the winery in the cooler Willamette Valley and plucked grapes from eight deft farmers that see eye to eye with us on natural farming practices. In the fall of 2017, we are planting Pinot Noir and Chardonnay grapes on our new Estate property in Carlton.
Explore our web site and perhaps it will inspire you to come in person, walk the labyrinth, and taste the wines.
Who knows, you may even hear one of the vineyard’s conversations.