by Jenise » Sat Feb 08, 2025 6:55 am
David, that's interesting. I have yet to encounter huckleberry in British Columbia--of course that doesn't mean it isn't there, and I don't frequent tourist shops where one might find huckleberry jam. (One does sometimes in Washington--at SeaTac for instance-- though of course quality varies. The homemade stuff is by far the best.)
But Mark gets what I'm talking about. Unfortunately the Acorn winery is no more, closed/sold about two years ago. It was my favorite discovery of our Sonoma stay in early 2022. A small but classy mom and pop operation wherein Mom was an ex-banker and Pop an ex-lawyer who bought 30 acres from the Rafanellis next door and worked the winery by hand.
I discovered them online somehow--none of us had ever tasted or previously heard of their wines. It was during Covid and like most they had a strict limit on four persons per party and were only open on Saturdays for appointments. There were ten of us, but somehow over the phone they got that we were not the usual tourists, said okay, and generously opened almost everything they had for us.
Pop, a high-end yuppie who still looked more like a lawyer than a vigneron, was endlessly fascinated by grape varieties and by his own admission never met a grape he didn't like. He had rows of this and rows of that, and lots of nearly one-offs of a zillion different varieties and clones within each, and whenever a vine died within a row he was likely to put almost anything in its place. So while each bottling was primarily one thing, each was a field blend of up to maybe a dozen different grapes--true to type, but more magical. IIRC, his gruner actually had 22 different white varieties in it. As a geek who grows his own grapes, you'd have loved this guy. I found their wines irresistable and even though I was already over my intended limit of 2 cases (we drove down and only had so much room in our little Audi), we somehow made room for an entire mixed case from Acorn.
My wine shopping and I have never had a problem. Just a perpetual race between the bankruptcy court and Hell.--Rogov