Our Story

Artisanal small batch winemaking at 1000m in the central ranges of NSW. Authentic, hand made on site from grapes grown alongside the winery.

Pinot Noir and Chardonnay vines planted in 2003. Pinot Noir varies according to terroir, which includes average temperature and altitude. Our wines typically have higher acidity commensurate with the longer ripening period afforded by our cool climate.

We introduce a ‘roundness’ by fermenting a percentage of whole bunch wild yeast ferment, a 5000 year old tradition in the Caucasus. We use minimal intervention and minimal preservatives.

We bottle on site and deliver direct from the winery to our customers. Each vintage varies with the season, the rainfall and the time of harvesting.

The Farmer’s Hat

A  farmer’s  hat is part of his daily life
sharing  his troubles  like any good wife.
Without it dogs and horses wonder if it’s him
when  his eyes aren’t peering  under the brim.

Part of him is there wherever it is sitting
with its eagle feather  and crown well fitting.
The Akubra usually hung in the mud room
always dusty, spidery and needing a broom
next to his stockwhip and drizabone
the hook with his boots underneath was its home.

The last thing he grabbed as he rushed on his way
and called  to his wife his plan for the day.
He reached for the empty space, frozen in time
trying to remember, searching his mind.

Where had he left it? Perhaps in the shed
next to the charger near the little mouse dead,
or near the cattle marking and drenching stuff,
or the outside dunny full of thistle seed fluff,
with the old magazines and the faded stories,
pictures of Ealsey and Tubby in world cup glory.

He looked near the woodpile on the verandah
making the lizards and spiders scamper,
underneath  the  old canvas squatters chair
where he sat dreaming of having a good year.

Next to the telephone where he kept his list
of farm jobs needing doing , none to be missed.
He looked on the chair near the desk where he sat
and paid his overdue bills, but there was no hat.

Then he saw the note, ‘remember the grapes’,
it was harvest time , with help from his mates.
He disturbed the swallows in the rafters nesting
past the barrels, tanks and equipment for testing,
he saw the open vat ferment was  on the go,
and there was a hook with the full vat below.

It was time and he plunged the must with a plank
and guess what he saw floating in the tank.
A hat very purple and now part of the brew
something he couldn’t tell the rest of the crew.
Like last year he found a snake in the mix
and silence was part of the winemakers tricks.

So  reunited  he is now with his hat in his hand
but shy about the aroma of wine where he stands.
The answer of course is to have hats a many
and no favourite! A kind of hat polygamy.

– George Clark