November 12, 2017
Yesterday morning, we called up our hardy and loyal crew, roped in extra family, and started picking grapes before sunrise. We landed right in the mercurial sweet spot: between 16 and 18 degrees F, when the grapes left to freeze on the vine are slushy but not solid.
We picked Frontenac Gris (which we always reserve for ice wine), Frontenac Blanc for the first time, and our teeny tiny row of Swenson . Read More »