Posts Tagged ‘Lytton West’

#Harvest2012: Pressing Viognier …

October 22, 2012

As the intensities of Harvest begin to fade into the now-falling rains, time affords a new exhilaration of contemplation; time to think, to ponder, to reflect …

Time to sort through a furor of chronicle for the esoterica that slipped through un-memorialized …

Time to shine a light on the rarities, the wonders, the unexpecteds …

As for example, my completely unexpected stumble into a press session for that most elusive of grapes; Viognier …

Elusive, in that it can only be found in two small geometries within the great quilt of vineyards we call home …

Lytton West. 157 acres all told; a mere .5 of it Viognier …

You’ve seen it, perhaps, when looking closely at a label of our Syrah …

Perhaps you’ve read of our approach to its co-fermentation …

http://blog.ridgewine.com/2009/05/28/some-follow-up-on-the-viognier-question-co-fermentation-and-the-2005-ridge-vineyards-california-syrah-lytton-west/

But have you seen it being pressed?


#Harvest2012.

You can still feel it.

Next Stop: Sonoma! -or- #Harvest2012: The Final Countdown

October 18, 2012

It’s been a remarkable growing season in many significant ways, not the least of which is Monte Bello being picked out ahead of zinfandel!

That said, our zin properties are rapidly closing in on their respective finish lines as well, as are the remaining Rhones, and the true end ain’t that far off.

Will Thomas, our esteemed Lytton Springs Viticulturist, has been a champ-and-a-half as regards keeping us updated on Sonoma endeavors, and per his correspondence this morning, it’s another busy day to the north.

Sunrise at Lytton West

Just finished: Ponzo.

Current: picking Carmichael from Geyserville.

Tomorrow: wrapping up Lytton East.

This weekend: finishing Lytton West

#Harvest2012.

Feel it.

Old Patch, Geyserville

(please click the image above to see the full panorama)

#Harvest2012: The Rhones Are Coming!

October 8, 2012

If you were visiting the Monte Bello Tasting Room on Sunday, and you happened to be up on our knoll at about 2pm in the afternoon, you would have gotten quite the visual treat. Looking down on the road below, you would have seen a grape truck making its way to the Monte Bello Winery carrying a delivery of Grenache and Petite Sirah from Sonoma; quite a journey, to say the least!

As to myself, I headed up to the winery just behind the grape truck, and was able to catch the fruit as it was being delivered from gondola to conveyor; first up was the Grenache …

The fruit came down from a section of the Lytton Springs Estate known as Lytton West, seen here via our Aerial Vineyard Tour

Nestled in between the East Bench Vineyards and Lytton East (where the Lytton Springs winery is located), Lytton West is a singularly weathered and uniquely diverse planting that features a fantastic mix of varietals; two acres of which are devoted to Grenache …

Here are winemakers Eric Baugher and Shun Ishikubo, patiently pitchforkin’ the fruit onto the belt …

The day’s other delivery was Petite Sirah from Geyserville …

Even from my distant vantage point high atop the gondola-laden truck bed, overlooking  David Gates (VP of Vineyard Operations), Shun Ishikubo (Assistant Winemaker), and Joshua Smith (Harvest Intern) at the belt, I could clearly see the knockout intensity of the grape color; no mistaking this fruit for anything BUT Petite Sirah!

There are over 8 acres of Petite Sirah planted at Geyserville, as can be seen here in a still image for our Aerial Vineyard Tour

Last week’s heat continues to impact the vineyards, as #Harvest2012 pushes ever-onwards, ever-faster. It’s been a decade at least since we’ve seen a year like this, an the excitement borders on overwhelming as everyone races to bring the fruit in on time.

I was in a meeting with Paul Draper this morning, and in discussing the quality of this year’s fruit, he repeatedly used the word “exceptional.” Be excited. Be very, very excited.

#Harvest2012.

Feel it.

Picking Lytton West: The Movie!

September 29, 2011

My time experiencing #Harvest2011 up at Lytton Springs this past weekend concluded with an extraordinary opportunity; the chance to tag along with the vineyard teams as they picked at Lytton West!

My phone started ringing at about 5:30am. It was Will Thomas, viticulturist at Lytton, rousting me out. In 15 minutes, I was outside the hotel, shrouded in the damp morning mist, coffee cup in hand, awaiting the arrival of his truck. He pulled up, and I got in. In the dim light, he pointed out on his vineyard map the blocks getting picked that morning: Block 33 (Carignane) and Block 45 (Zinfandel).

We drove past the Lytton Springs winery, turned off the main road, and began to wind through the vineyards. We pulled up and stopped at what I can best describe as a compound of sorts; the epicenter of the vineyard crew’s lives during the harvest, where they eat and sleep, and the jumping-off point for a new morning’s picking.

When we got to the blocks to be picked, Will hit the ground at a quick pace, prowling the rows like a hungrily alert panther, eyes darting this way and that, seeing all.

Acutely aware of my interloper/outside status, I went off on my own as soon as possible, in hopes of both observing unawares, and staying out of everyone’s way. Picking began in the Carignane block.

It was a  fantastically beautiful morning, and dewdrops shivered in anticipation of the sun’s light beginning to seep into the vinerows.

If you’ve never seen a vineyard crew at work, it’s quite remarkable. You’d be utterly and completely astonished at how rapidly they work. I’ve experienced it countless times, and I am still flabbergasted every time. Almost before it started, it was over. Block 33 was picked.

And the sun had barely crested the hills.

I got back into the truck with Will, and we drove to the next block; zinfandel.

And suddenly again, with a rapidity impossible to describe, it was over. Block 45 had been harvested.

For the crew, their day was over, but for David Gates (Vice President, Vineyard Operations) and Will Thomas, the day was only just beginning. The math, science, and technology of harvest is a whole other game altogether, and it begins with entering vital information into our systems; varietal, block, tonnage, etc. Without this info coming in on time, the winery can’t be prepared for the arrival of the fruit. David and Will put their heads together, and did the math.

When Will finally dropped me off back at my hotel, I was tired. Not physically tired (after all, I hadn’t actually been picking!), not sleep-deprived tired (5:30am isn’t all that bad after all!), but brain-tired; exhausted by all I’d witnessed, and weighted down by all I’d learned. I felt wonderful!

My challenge then was to try and assemble all the raw photographic material I’d collected into something that would do justice to the experience, but as I sifted through it all, I found it nearly impossible to fully create anything that could accurately express my admiration for our team’s performance in the vineyards; they work so extraordinarily hard, pick so masterfully clean, and consistently deliver such outstanding fruit. I was at a loss. So I did very little. I simply strung together my series of mini-vids, and let them speak for themselves. I hope you enjoy this!

To drink a Ridge wine has always been, for me, an intensely experiential event; my future experience of our wines has been immeasurably enhanced by my time in the vineyards. I offer my sincere gratitude for having been granted the opportunity. To all on the crews, to Will, and to David Gates, I say thank you!

Light On Lytton Springs: Block 23!

October 28, 2010

There are few things in the world more visually stunning than a vineyard in the mercurialy pathos-laden clutches of autumn. Autumn in and of itself seems perennially notable for the broodingly poetic emotions it evokes, from the compellingly beautific and austere brilliances of Basho’s haiku:

Autumn moonlight–
a worm digs silently
into the chestnut.

to the heart-rendingly blunt heartland realism of James Wright:

In the Shreve High football stadium,
I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville,
And gray faces of Negroes in the blast furnace at Benwood,
And the ruptured night watchman of Wheeling Steel,
Dreaming of heroes.

All the proud fathers are ashamed to go home.
Their women cluck like starved pullets,
Dying for love.

Therefore,
Their sons grow suicidally beautiful
At the beginning of October,
And gallop terribly against each other’s bodies.

and on to the near-baroquely emotional fundamentalism of Rilke:
 
Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by.
Now overlap the sundials with your shadows,
and on the meadows let the wind go free.

Command the fruits to swell on tree and vine;
grant them a few more warm transparent days,
urge them on to fulfillment then, and press
the final sweetness into the heavy wine.

Whoever has no house now, will never have one.
Whoever is alone will stay alone,
will sit, read, write long letters through the
evening,
and wander the boulevards, up and down,
restlessly, while the dry leaves are blowing.

Autumn moves us. Unquestionably. And to observe autumn twining the tendrils of its melancholically zen-like in-the-present-ness with the fading vigor of vines who’ve made their dramatic contributions to the harvest and are now receding slowly into their long hibernation, is to be moved by the sheer beauty and complexity of life itself in all its compellingly mystic beauty.
 
Accordingly, my thanks go out to Sandy Johnson, our tasting room manager at Lytton Springs, for sending the following; these shots are of Block 23 at Lytton West, and, well, I should just be quiet now, and let you see for yourself … 
 

 

 

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