Chances are that for many of us, our first experiences with wine were something akin to blasphemy – a few watered down sips of refrigerated red jug wine, or worse – fortified and laced with berry flavors.
For those who were not scarred for life by the experience and are able to see past those transgressions, sampling new wines can be a lot of fun. For a select few, it can become a life’s passion and for a handful of those, it becomes a vocation allowing for, well, even more indulgence. The allure of winemaking has created appellations of more “wine countries” than I can count. I am all for it, if not a little puzzled by some. Far be it from me to complain – instead I will commit to visit as many of them as I can when I am out and about on my Gal-Away travels. Because…they’re there.
It is my fortune to a stone’s throw from one of the country’s most distinct wine bounties – I am referring to the Pinot mecca we all know as Oregon. Imagine – less than an hour away from the Portland metropolitan area, with an incredibly scenic drive to boot, and you can be enjoying the otherworldly beauty of the Willamette Valley vineyards and their wineries. Witnessing the entrepreneurial pursuits of the smaller scale or independent vintners, some of them crafting wines in their free time and dreaming of the day they can commit to the grape on a full time basis is a huge bonus as well.
This weekend, Vista Hills Winery held a charming and little-marketed soiree called the Uncommon Wine Festival at their Treehouse Tasting Room. I joined up with two of my oenophile girlfriends for the effort. While wine tasting is almost always pleasant, this experience left me with a few more important things to ponder than the nose of the 2012 Pinot Gris that Vista Hills greeted me with (which I also liked, very much!). It brought to light the other industries where there are very few women at the forefront, and it also reminded me that people buy from who they like.
There were several artisan winemakers at the event, some crafting wine from the basement of their residences, some beginning to take it to the next level. A few high tech professionals dreaming of a life of viticulture one barrel at a time. And one woman. Ahem.
Now, most of the world knows Oregon for its Pinot Noir, but surely the rest of the fairer offerings can’t be overlooked. Leah Jorgensen has created one of the fairest and most intriguing I have sampled in some time. She has produced a Blanc de Cabernet Franc. Is this possible? It is. Complex, unexpected, and beckoning to me from my pantry like a temptress. And it is so good. Also, she was the only woman showcasing her craft at the Uncommon Wine Festival.
As a former technologist and a veteran of the high tech world for some 20 years, I know all about how it is to be the only woman in a group. Old boys’ club? Technology’s got nothing on the wine industry. And I mean that in the nicest way. Considering how many women have a deep and passionate love for the grape, it is surprising how few actually make wine. Some women buy from women – I buy from people I like, regardless. I had the privilege to sample other wines, but I chose to support Leah’s endeavor by buying a bottle of her lovely and unexpected Blanc de Franc.
Leah’s one to watch – she’s not only a woman facing the boys’ club of winemaking, but she’s leading with a gamechanger like Blanc de Cabernet Franc. @leahjorgensenOR, you go girl – and for all of the women visiting the Portland area, make the 45 minute trip to our incredible Willamette Valley wineries. You’ll be glad you did.
