Sipping in your Chevy by the levee. The heady fragrance of ripe strawberries, your arm around your babe, the song by Deana Carter on the radio drowning out the trance-inducing nighttime crickets under the full moon.
We get asked about fruit wines all the time. A common experience at wine festivals is seeing other wineries rolling out cases of this stuff to enthusiastic drinkers. So, why don't we do them?
First, I am happy for people to drink whatever they choose. However, when asked whether we have any sweet wines, my usual not-very-political response is, "We only make quality wines."