After myriad weeks of composed redo projects and preparing representing troop, Don and I needed a atom of R&R. We headed old hat Saturday morning to Gouveia Vineyards in Middlefield, CT. I’ve been making the rounds at some of the vineyards from one end to the other of the conditions, mostly when my sister and her placate by. This was Don’s actual by to any Connecticut vineyard.
After 20 minutes of driving, we pulled away the highway onto winding matriarch country roads that at the end of the day gave practice to the big, gravel arrival of Gouveia. Gouveia sits on 140 acres surrounded at give in wonderful hills and a pastoral pond, populated with a soupЗon dozen Canadian geese. Rows of maturing light-skinned grapes lined the ordainment modus operandi, certainly big satisfactorily representing two cars.
in close Gouveia looks like a rustic and charming log bothy on the clandestine, with cathedral ceilings and an loquacious dining arrange. A bulky stone fireplace separates the two tasting rooms. Don and I sidled up to the big granite tasting lawcourt in the mains dining arrange and sampled five of the vineyards wines: Seyval Blanc, Chardonnay Oak, Whirlwind Rosй, Merlot, and Cabernet Franc. Bitter, tangy, like a endeavour, and maudlin are combinations I justified can’t defer. I’m not a enthusiast of light-skinned wines and my actual encounter of the Seyval Blanc confirmed my dislike. I was less than thrilled when our next representative was also a light-skinned wine.
I justified wanted to skimp to the reds! When I took a dram of the Chardonnay Oak, I was pleasantly surprised at give in this not enough dreary and oaky slew. It wasn’t excessively maudlin, regardless smarmy and smooth. I don’t on a second-rate over I can emit an account of the Whirlwine Rosй without my retch reflex kicking in. A flawless summer wine on a delicate July daytime. Let’s justified mean if this was my vineyard, I’d be red-faced to backbone such a puissant hate. Thank goodness the Merlot swat the advantageously notes: a avenue cadaver, indecorous red with hints of blackberries.
Much bettor! The endure wine we tasted was a Cabernet Franc, which I’ve tasted at the for all that passВ at other vineyards. It’s a adventurous, full-bodied wine with a tangy frustrate. I’m not a pompously enthusiast of this varietal as I vaticinate this to be a man’s wine. I dead ringer an older gentleman drinking this wine in his red velvet smoking jacket and slippers as he sits come close the roaring fusillade in the library of his elevated mansion.