Since moving to the area, I’ve been wanting to visit the local vineyards. There are several in Virginia, about an hour outside of DC. The wine is notoriously unspectacular, but the scenic views compensate and it’s a great excuse to get out of the city for a day.
Yesterday, the opportunity finally presented itself. Both the weather and the company couldn’t have been better. Three cars of us struck out around 10:30 and arrived at Cobbler Mountain Cellars just in time for an 11:45 tasting.
We started in front, where we sampled about five wines and befriended Maggie, this glorious hound, who was a wonderful hostess and kept us company throughout our visit.
Then we moved to the back of the building where we sampled seven or eight of the ciders they make. I’m generally ambivalent to ciders, but some of theirs were surprisingly good. We started with one they named after Jefferson – made with nothing but apples. It was crisp and light and almost too drinkable.
The last three they gave us were my favorites – a ginger peach cider that was crisp and refreshing, and smelled so good I wanted to shower in it. A honey cider made with local clover honey – it had the perfect balance of sweetness without being too syrupy. And last, the cinnamon brew which can be served hot or cold, and tasted like apple pie in a glass.
Once we’d finished our tasting, we purchased a few bottles of our favorites and retreated to the lawn for a potluck picnic lunch. We loaded up our plates and ate and drank and laughed in the sunshine; it was my personal Nirvana.
After a while, we packed up our things and headed down the road to Philip Carter, another winery, where we enjoyed another tasting.
The rose there was delicious, so we grabbed a couple of bottles and took them outside to enjoy in the sunshine, while a handsome gent crooned country classics in the corner.
Eventually, we succumbed to the wine and the sunshine (and adult responsibilities). Tired, but happy, we climbed back into our cars and caravanned into the city and the real world.