Going from whine to wine

Once a year, the women of my family gather together for a weekend of laughing, story sharing, and – oh yeah – wine tasting on the shores of the New York finger lakes. It’s a tradition that we started 6 years ago, maybe longer, and it’s something we all look forward to.

The rules of the weekend are:

  • No one girls under 21 allowed (Sorry, girls. You and country boy will have to have fun with the mules without me.)
  • Be ready to share a room with your sister/sister-in-law/daughter/Mom/friend/niece
  • Know that everyone (OK, maybe not everyone, but I will and so will one of my sisters) will have a “spaz” moment at least once
  • All vehicles must have empty trunks at the start of the weekend because they will be filled with boxes of wine at the end of it

We stayed at a Bed-and-Breakfast for the first two years (the wonderful Serendipity, with the lovely Fran. We discovered last year that the Inn had a devastating fire that leveled the old Victorian home). After that, we started to rent a home on Canandaigua Lake. That helps to keep the costs low and allows us to cook up our own foods throughout the weekend.

Hard to beat the views.

Last year, there were a few of us who came up on Thursday night and enjoyed a weekend walking around the city of Canandaigua. We had so much fun that five of us came up early again to have a day scouting out some wineries that we never have a chance to stop at during our normal wine weekend routes.

We started off slowly at first. 

 Montezuma had a very interesting wine called Dragonfly. It was black currant apple combination – which sounds odd, but tasted great. They also had a greeter by the name of Max, the golden retriever. I had tried getting a picture of him, but he insisted on getting close for petting rather than stay back for his portrait.

As the day went on, we started to get some odd looks from the locals.

Um, sorry sir. We promise to behave…

I love the different styles that the wineries have for their tasting rooms. Lakeshore had rocking chairs for us and poured the wine while we relaxed. Nice…

I also found that they had a wine that perfectly described me…

Of course I bought a bottle.

One of the highlights of the day was the last stop. Three Brothers Estates has three wineries and a brewery within its complex.

I married a guy who is one of three brothers. My family of 9 has three brothers in it. It was a place we had to stop and visit.

We were lucky to strike up a conversation with the owner (and middle brother). He took over our tastings and poured us a variety of wines and – even better – blended some wines for us.

He also took us on a private tour of their wine cellars.

We got to try a new wine that they’ll debut after the first of the year. We also got a chance to try Riesling juice, which would be a great juice for kids if wouldn’t cost $20 a bottle.

We sipped. We laughed. We bought.

And today was only the warm-up for the weekend!

Cheers!

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About CountryBoyCityGirl

A city girl who fell in love with a country boy. Found bliss, along with large piles of mule droppings for her and two little girls to now try to avoid.
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2 Responses to Going from whine to wine

  1. Pierotucci says:

    Looking forward to hearing about the other vineyards. If they have websites, you should include that in your blog.

  2. Janice says:

    Great point! I just added links to the wineries. I have part II to add about our weekend, but got caught up in all of the stuff around home that didn’t get done while I was gone.

    ahhh, reality.

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