Archive for the Tag 'Ironstone Vineyards'

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Leaping Horse Vineyard ~ More Than a Leap of Faith

PHOTO: Jo Diaz SAMPLE: Quintessential Wines for Ironstone Vineyards: Listening to “There’s No Way,” an upbeat Powerwalk Playlist on Spotify… I’ve got this 2017 Leaping Horse Vineyard Chardonnay wine sitting on my desk, waiting to be opened; screwcap right there, just needs a twist. What’s holding me up? I just read something from Tasting The […]

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Thanksgiving Wines Came Early To My Home

[PHOTO: Purchased] Company samples are listed with each wine. PREFACE  HEART ~ THE WINERY: This information came from the wineries’ notes. SCIENCE ~ WINEMAKING ~ From the winery. SOUL ~ Jo’s Musings The early bird arrived with all of these samples. Each one holds an important special memory, a unique time and place, flavors of wine […]

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The Chilling Howl That Ran Right Under My Window

Photo copyright: aliensprog / 123RF Stock Photo Years ago, I worked for Ironstone Vineyards. The following story is one of my favorite memories, while working in the Sierra Mountain region. It all happened in Calaveras County. It began with a two and a half year gig I intuitively knew going into it that it would […]

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A Howling Wolf in Murphys

Years ago, I worked for Ironstone Vineyards. The following story is one of my favorite memories, while working in the Sierra Mountain region. It all happened in Calaveras County. It was a two and a half year gig. I intuitively knew going into it that it would only last two years. It managed to squeak […]

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Unique tasting event in Lodi of Petite Sirahs + some very revealing info on Petite Sirah

On April 23, Jose and I headed to a unique tasting event in Lodi for Petite Sirah growers.  The Petites were all from the 2013 vintage and were unadulterated, unblended, single vineyard Petite Sirahs that have been stored in neutral oak barrels. I brought my electric tooth brush, and needed it. I love Lodi. I […]

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The Howling Wolf of Murphys

Slowly and surely it became louder, the energy coming ever closer… howling at the moon, screaming at the tar beneath the pads of its feet, digging in with its claws to get better traction, coming ever closer. I was frozen… just frozen