Each site I’ve been privileged to work with is unusual. Accordingly, the fruit planted there expresses itself in such a way that could never be replicated. More precise still are the varieties planted there, in specific rows, within specific blocks. The final nuance is, of course, a vintage. To quote W.S. Merwin, a vintage is “unrepeatable as a cloud.”
Winemaking as a dogmatic set of rules, driven by man-made, cultural zeitgeists, does not interest me.
If I listen to these various tones within nature, as they come to bear upon a vine, then perhaps I will interpret something that others find memorable…even beautiful, in a wine. This is why I do not arrive at a site attempting to make a wine in a style driven by analytical parameters. If I were to look at a plant and see numbers, the dance that exists between us; between man and Nature, would fall apart. Winemaking as a dogmatic set of rules, driven by man-made, cultural zeitgeists, does not interest me. It would be a little like painting-by- numbers, or coloring within the lines of someone else’s mechanical drawing. Armed with a set of life experiences, strung together by a series of reflective moments, I step up to Nature’s canvas and just listen.