Barreled - A Winery Blog

A few years before she died, my grandma decided to take a computer class.  I was quite impressed she had the guts to do this but what came out of my mouth was something along the lines of: “Aren’t you too old for this"? Grandma, a crusty, strict, German-Czech holocaust survivor, raised an eyebrow and proceeded to tell me that just because she remembers sitting on her Grandfathe ...

Travaille D’Amour (aka Labor of Love) In the early fall of 1986 my college roommate (Scott, owner of SP Drummer Wines) and I jumped into his 70’s International Scout and gobbled up the miles between Davis and the wine country in search for fruit for some garage wine.  Armed with two (slightly used) plastic garbage cans, picking knives and a few Kilos of HUTZPAH, we sped toward ...

Wine and Surfing Part Deux   It has been a while since I wrote something about the parallels I see between the worlds of surfing and winemaking, so here I go again.  Back around 1981 I was airbrushing and glassing surfboards (painting and applying fiberglass resin) for MOOSAH  on the boardwalk in Tel-Aviv.  Life had a sweet simplicity to it; you had a job to do and as long as ...

I just got back to the ranch from a surf trip to the Baja Peninsula and I am still hovering a few inches off the ground. There is nothing like a surf trip that goes well, trust me, I know. Larry, my surf buddy and I left San Francisco at 6 Am and we were surfing our first waves at Shipwrecks (on the east cape) by 4:30 PM that day. It was almost dark by the time I paddled in. Dr ...

“Indy”, the 1967 Ford tractor I use for therapy (and discing the vineyard rows) just received fresh ignition points and a rebuilt starter motor, he now roars to life in seconds rather than the customary 10 minutes of praying and cursing while fiddling around with the wires. The 2003 crop (I can’t believe it is 4th leaf already!) is on the vines, tiny little green condensed clus ...

Waiting for a set … It was quite a season for Longboard. I just wanted to say thanks for all the support I received from all. Your emails, the phone calls from surfers and wine lovers saying they saw a bottle here, tried one there and just HAD to have some more truly made me feel fuzzy all over (well, at least I hope it was that and not the sulfur dust from the vineyards…) As ...

PreambleFor most of you this may be the first newsletter you receive. By the time my first newsletter was ready, I pretty much ran out of wine to sell, so there was no point in sending it. It was fun to write and, I am told, read. If you want a copy, drop me a note or go to the website and print yourself a copy. Fall in Vineland If you live in the wine country you know this m ...

I distinctly remember the smell of the damp and salty air, one early evening in 1984. I drove my beat-up blue 1969 VW station wagon to the edge of the cliff we named “Tamboulina”, just north of the city of Tel-Aviv. My three best buddies Udi, Oren and Avi (aka Avroom) and I decided that sunset at the cliff would be the perfect way to say goodbye. I was headed to UC Davis, and a ...