Andy W.
Yelp
Remember those obnoxious Ernest and Julio Gallo commercials from about ten years back with the yuppies, sitting around in some huge colonial villa, buzzed just enough to find each other attractive, loudly talking about nothing in particular, and sipping really shitty wine? It turns out people like that actually exist. I've never seen any of them in the course of my daily life, and yet whenever I go wine tasting in Dundee (which happens as infrequently as I can get away with) they're fucking everywhere. I usually have to take a few cyanide capsules with me, lest I fall into enemy hands.
Considering the aforementioned regular clientele, the sterile, corporate surroundings most wineries feature, along with the pourers who are clearly reciting a memorized script, I think wine tasting might be my own personal version of hell. Dundee is less than an hour drive from Portland, but sometimes it can feel like a lot like California.
Now, there are a lot of wineries in the Willamette Valley, and there are a lot of exceptions to the standard hellish experience. Winter's Hill is one of them:
1. Beautiful grounds, which they'll let you hike around on (see photos).
2. Sustainable farming practices that they actually know something about. (Ask the staff at most vineyards about sustainable farming, an they'll say something like, "It, you know, like, sustains, and stuff.")
3. Nice, genuine people; no snobbery at all. The aging yuppies (ouppies?) from the EJG commercial hate these people.
4. A barn. That's the tasting room. A big, red barn. You know, like you're on a farm. Not like you're in a fucking Starbucks.
Oh, right, and the wine. Oddly, it's not really the most important part of the experience, since you can buy wine anywhere, and very often for a lot cheaper. They seem to take particular pride in their dessert wines, which I usually don't love because they can kind of punch you in the face, but theirs are more subtle, not so dominant. It's hard to be a good judge of pinot noir in a state that's drowning in it, but, generally speaking, if the pinot noir is good enough for Vitaly Paley to serve in his restaurant, it's good enough for me.
I look forward to paying another visit; this time I may even leave the cyanide at home.