In walking the property for the perfect place to plant a vineyard, we found two sites: one close to the road we built and one at the farthest western corner of the property; 14 acres covered by wild oats.
Motivated by the same impulsivity and cheered on by our go for broke winemaker, Mark Herold, and our ever cheery viticulturist, Phil Coturri, I evicted the contented cows and planted what is now LAVA BLOCK.
There is no soil, only large chunks of lava, the residue of a volcanic eruption millions of years ago when the entire Southern Mayacamas was under six miles of water. The lava hit the water and shattered. And remained that way for millions of years, as the waters receded to the Bay, and a field of wild oats sprung up.
Passionate people do. Persistent people do. People who know the extraordinary, singular wines a site like this will produce. Which, after ten years of nurturing this unique, extraordinary vineyard, is exactly what we have achieved.