Winter in the Yarra Valley
Updated: Jan 4, 2019
Since we last were in touch with you, despite a dreary winter, lots has been happening in the Club.
Our launch in July was a huge success. 150 hardy souls joined us at Mercantile Rowing Club on the Yarra to celebrate our inauguration and taste the full range of our wines.
Donna Harry and Heather Nolan catered expertly for the occasion, fine speeches were made and we swept the last of the stragglers out the door much later than we expected.
We have also begun a series of wine master classes. Our first session was held at “Oscars on the Yarra” near Warburton on 28 July to the Aston Martin Owners’ Club. Once again, a great success, with strong reviews for our panel of wines.
In The Vineyard
Things have also been busy at the vineyard. The new season’s wines are developing beautifully and are settling down after their first racking. The Pinot Noir is especially promising-deep colour, classic Burgundian aromas and great structure, texture and mouth feel. We look for Pinots of power, concentration and balance rather than extreme and sometimes cloying perfume and “prettiness”
Pruning is an inevitable part of winter, and, like our mates in vineyards up and down the Yarra Valley, we have been out in often cold and wet conditions shaping our vines for the coming spring. The daffodils and jonquils are out, the willows are coming into leaf, the scent of jasmine
is everywhere-all in the space of a week. Time is racing along and if we’re to get the early lime sulphur and oil sprays on successfully we have to look sharp.
“Wine-what price discernment?”
This is our creed. Only you can be the final judge, but we will bring our closest attention and maximum effort to the task of improving your cellar and your drinking satisfaction. We remain committed to bringing you the best and best value wines possible.
A little Whimsey: Wine and Poetry.
These have long been soul mates with wine serving as the poet’s muse.
“Give me women, wine, and snuff until I cry out "hold, enough!" You may do so sans objection till the day of resurrection: For, bless my beard, they aye shall be My beloved Trinity”
W B Yeats wrote:
“Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all we shall know for truth before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh”
These poems are precious to us as we each met the loves of our life over a glass of wine.
In vino veritas,
Peter & John