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When I come across Kevin Harvey's Rhys Vineyards I always think about this excerpt from a piece Jon Bonne wrote for the San Francisco Chronicle back in 2011: "The depleted soils of Harvey’s Skyline vineyard, planted at the winery, are so densely planted and demandingly farmed, at about 7,000 vines per acre, that its 14,000 vines yielded just 660 bottles of wine in 2009. Which explains a revealing harvest moment that stuck in Harvey’s head: “One guy comes out of the vineyard and says, ‘Why do you hate money?'”"
This is strawberry at its perfect ripeness. Exotic, perfumed, pure, and wild. A Pinot Noir like this probably makes Cali Pinot producers wish they were in Burgundy and Burgundy producers awkwardly self-conscious. It's cerebral hedonism. — 7 years ago
Isaac Pirolo
When I come across Kevin Harvey's Rhys Vineyards I always think about this excerpt from a piece Jon Bonne wrote for the San Francisco Chronicle back in 2011: "The depleted soils of Harvey’s Skyline vineyard, planted at the winery, are so densely planted and demandingly farmed, at about 7,000 vines per acre, that its 14,000 vines yielded just 660 bottles of wine in 2009. Which explains a revealing harvest moment that stuck in Harvey’s head: “One guy comes out of the vineyard and says, ‘Why do you hate money?'”"
This is strawberry at its perfect ripeness. Exotic, perfumed, pure, and wild. A Pinot Noir like this probably makes Cali Pinot producers wish they were in Burgundy and Burgundy producers awkwardly self-conscious. It's cerebral hedonism. — 7 years ago