Pinot noir should be that time capsule that takes you back to a place and a time. And in building that time capsule, today is one of the more nervier moments: bottling. The wines have been racked, tanked, and now filtered. They are clean, happy and ready to pushed into the fancy new bottling truck and find their new home in glass with a cork stopper.
Then they go deep into a cellar at terravant in Buellton where they will spend almost 6 months at 58 degrees, and then they will be released to my ‘List' and those trusting sould who have already purchased these wines as futures.
The day will fly by in slightly nervous flashes of pallet wrap and winding hoses, cleaning tanks and checking fill levels. My wife and intern will be applying capsules in the truck and we will be throwing glass around as quick as possible-it will be about feeding the machine today: feed it empty glass, bags of very expensive cork, keep the capsules popping on the bottles, feed the roll with more new, clean white labels.
In the end some magic happens: the wine goes from filling a tank to being portable, sexy and packaged. It suddenly goes from taking space at the winery to being a concrete flavor document to be shared and celebrated.
Here we go again!