Wow.
That snobby self-hating insect inside myself always tells me that "If it's in Ontario, It can't be that good". The one that sneers and snickers at me when I spend a weekend without my passport in hand.
Well, we just shut that insect up. Didn't we?
One of the most genuine and honest travel experiences I've had the pleasure of stumbling upon. Quite literally, the stuff of storybooks. A family-owned microwinery on a sideroad. A barn that's been converted into a tasting room.
Hand-numbered bottles.
You feel the personal connection the second you walk through the door.
A generously unrushed tasting process. Warm conversation with the family that owns the winery.
You leave not feeling like a customer, but like someone who's deeply connected and genuinely involved. Someone who cares.
Sure, it doesn't hurt that they have arguably the best Pinot Gris on this half of the continent. But their entire offering is incredibly solid. The LCBO would kill to have consistent quality like this.
Highly recommended.