By Julie Davis, August 15, 2018
By Julie Davis, August 15, 2018
A ribbon of a river weaves its windy way through lush golden glens and verdant valleys. The eyes are drawn across the lines of the corduroy hillsides as they ripple down from the almost black-green of the forests above to the silver sparkle of the Willamette River below. This is Oregon Wine Country and for those that know, this is how to live watching the color and light change over the myriad vineyards and bask in each season’s glow.
Sample every vintage moment from the tender green buds reawakening from their icy silver grip to the fat and fulsome bounty of the harvest, each grape singing to be plucked and granted its oenological destiny. Drinking in the richness of a rhythm of cool nights, warm days, quenching fogs and scorching suns, we ripen and grow ourselves in this idyllic pastoral Shangri-La on the Willamette. With age and time, we blossom with nuance and subtleties heretofore unknown in ourselves; our metaphysical bouquet bursting with the flavors of our experience. Life is meant to be savored, enjoyed slowly, with great food and even better company.