Entries from October 2009

October 14, 2009

Tasting at the home office

I work at Starmont winery, which is located in Carneros at the southern end of the Napa Valley. Starmont is owned by Merryvale Vineyards located in St. Helena in northern Napa Valley. Merryvale is the home office of the company and it’s also the public face of the winery. While most of the wine is [...]

October 12, 2009

Attack of the yellow jackets!

One hazard of working harvest that I had not expected was swarms of yellow jackets high on grape juice.
All of the processing equipment at Starmont is located outside, and as we crush grapes the juice and grape skins attract hordes of yellow jackets. As we crush the first few bins a few of the wasps [...]

October 11, 2009

Midway and a moment of reflection

The rows of vines that once were covered in leaves of brilliant shades of  green are now spotted with orange, red or dusty brown. Mornings are much colder and foggier and the coolness persists through the weaker sunshine of the autumnal afternoons.
I have reached the mid-point of harvest and as I reflect back on the [...]

October 10, 2009

Enough with the cryptic back text

When you pick up a bottle of wine you expect to learn a few things from reading the label. Perhaps where the grapes are sourced from, or what the wine tastes like.
Not about a duck “pretending to be a mini-hovercraft.”
We recently tried a bottle of Canard Sauvage Zinfandel from Sonoma County and found it to [...]

October 4, 2009

Two very different kinds of tastings

One recent afternoon the head of winemaking operations took myself and the two other interns at Starmont winery for a tasting of this harvest’s juice. It was a pleasant and informative experience as we walked through the cellar sampling various Chardonnay lots from different barrels. The best part was tasting the differences flavors imparted by [...]

October 1, 2009

It’s a 24-hour industry

As I drive through the vineyards to the winery in the morning, the sky is painted in light shades of blue and orange as the sun begins its ascent.
The edges of my high beams catch groups of vineyard workers emerging from the rows of vines after a night’s work. Their legs are caked in mud [...]