The big dependency every year is Mother Nature. She has the whip hand. She decides how the world will interpret our vineyard and the effort that goes into it. A monumental force, she is the planets governess. Gratefully she was in a good mood in 2018, although she need not be, we’ve been mean to her.
It was a season without fault, or if there were faults, they were small blemishes, not lesions that needed sutures. It would have to be one of the best seasons we have experienced. Really good rainfall through late winter and into spring set the year up. There were a few timely summer rains without too much heat, and then cooled down perfectly for the late ripening season. Text book vintage and the wines show it.
Picking was mostly at our leisure, with an abundance, in all facets, that make great red wine. Colours are mesmerising, aroma’s intoxicating, and palate structure that is beyond the perfect script. Regrettably there aren’t enough of these seasons and the wines they fashion. Our Earths Mum is cranky and restless, she might not be so forgiving in the future.