This harvest is going to be an early one and those are the kinds that I love. The anxiety prior to harvest is almost always worse than the harvest itself.
In every winemaker’s career, there is the harvest from hell. All in one week, your crusher/destemmer stops working, one of your crew gets run over by a car, you get tonsilitis, your loved one cheats on you with your best friend, you lose your house, the first frost comes a month early and your truck dies on the side of the highway in one of the most remote places in the United States, while your trailer sits precariously on some shockingly still functioning railroad tracks.
But those harvests, while mandatory and inevitable, are rare. Usually the sleepless nights, the over eating, the repeated announcements of retreat from the world at large, are too extreme for the actualities of the situation. Usually, harvest is a lot of tiring, beautiful, fun and dirty work and it isn’t so bad. There is something to be said for having an excuse to shut the world out and focus one’s attention in its entirety to one cause. It is meditational.
Yet year after year, the calm before the storm is never absorbed appropriately and the worry drowns it out.
There are plenty of reasons to think that this vintage will be the best in a long, long time for the fruit and subsequent wines, but what I’m really excited about is ripping that bandaid off. – Ashley