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Posted 09.02.02 Fool's Hollow, Quebec Vermont Wine Tasting Epic
Let me rewind the Vermont wine story for you:
Charlie and Linda Tetreault and Jane and I are visually grazing at the Camelot Craft Center in Bennington, Vermont. The joint is filled with aging ladies cursed with New Jersey accents braying about all the artsy-fartsy tourist-trap stuff.
Charlie and I soon tire of it and go looking for diversion.
Misterman, just down the driveway we discover the North River Winery retail outlet. The big sign reads: Free Wine Tastings! The big flag reads: OPEN.
I only have to be invited once. I say, "They'll find us."
The young lady standing behind the bottle grins as we push through the door.
Charlie soon has his tongue wrapped around a tiny sample of Woodland Red and I'm tight behind him.
The girl gives us her standard rap: "This is a dry, light-bodied red wine that is excellent with red meat, tomato dishes, and pizza. Add a little to your homemade tomato sauce for a great taste experience."
Hmmm, not bad at all -- especially seeing how it's made from apple juice. No matter -- I've never met a fermented beverage I didn't enjoy.
"Do you want to do a full tasting?" The girl behind the bar is still smiling.
Why do you need to ask that question, I say to myself. How many different wines, I say to her.
Eleven, she says.
Lead on, I say.
Charlie and I dutifully shuffle behind her to the bar in the next room, where we are joined by a lady from Montpelier and a young couple from Ohio.
Before we get into the action and laissez les bons temps rouler, some factual material:
The North River Winery is located is Jacksonville, Vermont -- down on the border with Massachusetts. They make their various dinner and dessert-style wines from apples, pears, raspberries, blueberries, cranberries, and rhubarb.
The winery -- it's in a 150-year-old farmhouse and barn -- is on Route 112, just off Route 100, and about six miles south of Wilmington. They say it's open every day in the year from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m.
The Camelot Village sales/tasting outlet is on Route 9 in Bennington, as you head towards Hoosick, New York.
Naturally, they have a website: www.northriverwinery.com.
Are you ready for the wine?
(I'd have to say very bone dry and very throat-grabbing sharp.)
(Dry and potable.)
(Ayuh, the tartness is there, just like they said.)
(We bought this one. Drank it. Liked it.)
(We bought this one, too. My favorite bottle.)
(It was okay but I have to level with you -- I used to make better hard cider in the days I squeezed unsprayed apples on our seven-bushel press.)
(Jeezum Crow, what can I say about this. The girl says take a small sip, hold it in your mouth for about five seconds, then take a second sip. Yup, it's rhubarb wine, for sure. A perfect accompaniment for a serving of donkey brains and shirred eggs.)
(I've seen the bogs, visited the cranberry museum, drank the juice, ate the dried fruit. It's good for you. And that's all I have to say about that.)
(Nice.)
(The Silver Fox really liked this wine. The four of us, joined by friends, sipped this on the gallery of the Vermonter Motel while nibbling on table water crackers and extra-sharp Vermont cheddar.)
(A bit too much cinnamon for my taste, but drinkable, yes, very drinkable.)
Slainte. |
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