By Steve Brian, September 26, 2018
By Steve Brian, September 26, 2018
Wineing and wailing!
Moaning and Grünering!
You find more than just the dregs left behind at the Argyle Winery in Dundee; a ghost is on the loose. An apparition of a troubled former resident is said to haunt the winery.
This spirit – not the distilled kind – belongs to a previous owner who, according to legend, drank acid to end her own suffering over a hundred years ago. Sadly, some believe she was spurned and cast aside by the father of the child she was expecting.
Now this phantom can be seen from time to time in the Tasting Room popping up behind unsuspecting oenophiles. Lights have flickered, footsteps have been heard, toolboxes have been upended. Witnesses have also claimed smelling a light, flowery perfume in the air, not from any bouquet being sampled in the glasses.
Come to the Argyle Winery and sample a glass of a Pinot Noir-so-noir-bats-and-vampires-call-it-home before you put the final Chardonnay-ls in your own coffin. And when you do, raise a glass to toast the tragic specter Riesling-ering for all eternity on the property.
I ain’t afraid of no toast.