After the bare requisites to living and reproducing, man wants most to leave some record of himself, a proof, perhaps, that he has really existed. ~ John Steinbeck
Just driving around the Dry Creek Valley, you'd most likely miss a casual stop to see Bill Frick and visit his tasting room, found at the bottom of a small hillside in Sonoma County. For most visitors you really have to know, that you'd like go there, because it's far off the well beaten path in the Dry Creek Valley. But it's a stop well worth your time and attention, these wines are only available at the winery's tasting room or via direct ship.
It was quite the warm day in the Dry Creek Valley, as you can see, the harvest was still nigh, the vines groaning silently with their heavy load, anxiously waiting to be picked. We strolled through the vineyards, picking a berry here and there, Frick shaking his head after tasting, "no not quite ready yet", and me looking at the brown seeds in my hand thinking, "really" but what do I know, I'm just a wine writer, definitely not a winemaker, vineyard manager and not even the garden variety cellar-rat by any stretch of the imagination. Thus I'll trust the timing of grape picking and other related activities to professionals like Bill Frick.
Amazing and wonderful is the diversity which can be found in the Dry Creek Valley, if you know where to look. It's here in this beautiful spot, a quiet tucked away hillside in the Dry Creek Valley that exists one of my newly found favorite Rhone Zone locations. Here you'll will find all things Rhone, from the grapes growing on the roller coaster slopes of this property to the flavors of the wines themselves which transports the visitor to the Southern Rhone Valley of France.
I've been in positions where I've run, nearly an entire operation on my own, from processing film, calibrating printing equipment, mixing chemicals, drawing silver from exhausted chemistry, then running across a busy sales floor to close another sale, so I could make my bonus that month, stay on payroll goals and keep my boss happy with my performance. But that is a young man's game, I doubt, and I'm being honest here, that I could do all of that over again, at my current age.
That is why I was surprised to find out, that Frick was a one man band. Yes, he does it all, from deciding when to pick to running the basket press during the harvest. Everything you normally see a good sized crew doing, Frick takes it all on himself, and the results are pretty amazing. Speaking of his basket press, Frick likened it to an Alfa Romero sports car, which he says, "has a good feel for the road, the smell, sound, and flavor all clicking in one harmonious sound". When it comes time to get into crush mode, there's no music, he wants to hear what the wine is telling him. Thus he only turns on the tunes when it's time to clean up. Of course, I asked him about the picking and the bottling aspects of his operation, he said outside of those two activities, "it's just me, myself and I".
All the grapes are picked by hand, no machine harvesting at all and the bottling truck pulls right up on his property, where Frick connects the hoses and man's the pumps, he takes little to chance with his art work and who can blame him. It's often said, if you want anything done right, you're better off doing it yourself and I'd have to conclude sometimes that is the best course of action. All wines are bottled unfiltered, with no fining and zero fooling around. It's just seriously good juice, that is made ready to drink, but I believe a few will age gracefully and reward the patient.
Now before it seems I've gotten carried away, here's a bit of perspective. The truth is the property is only a little over 7 acres and Frick only bottles 1400 cases a year. While on the surface of those stats, may not seem like much, but folks I'm here to tell you, that is some ass-kicking work to do on all your own, don't try this at home.
I explained that it would be a great way to celebrate her life [my opinion, one I'm fond of sharing] and share those images with the rest of the wine world. Perhaps, he's thinking about it, I hope so. He also lost his dog, and now it's just him, and his amazing winery. I asked, who will take the reins when he is gone, he replied "it will pass, when I do." Honestly, my heart winced a bit hearing his answer. I thought to myself, "no, that can't be true, it would be a terrible loss."For anyone who watched the movie "My Dog Skip" you know the anguish I experienced in that moment.
Now I'm going to tell you why; this could be one of the worst things to happen to the wine world, because it would mean that these wines with true soul and substance would no longer be around for future generations of vinosapiens to enjoy. The first wine I want to introduce to you is the Frick 2008 Syrah, which I almost don't want to tell you about, seeing I'd like to grab a few more before they disappear. Why the hesitation? Because, it's an epic wine, that subtly blows your mind, yep it just creeps up on you and before you know, your mind is officially blown. I was so impressed with this wine, I wanted to bring a couple home, just so I could make sure it wasn't a one time impression, so I purchased the Syrah and a couple other wines and asked if I could kindly have the shipping box on the counter, so I could check the box, filled mostly with Frick wines back to San Diego. This was the only place I purchased wine to take home.
The Syrah was not the first wine I tasted that day, but it was the first wine I tasted that left a huge impression with me, not that the other wines were slackers, but this Syrah really stood out for its overall balance and complexity. I also sampled the 2009 and I believe in couple more years it too could be a blockbuster. But wow, talk about vintage variation. We all know 2008 was a year of more restraint and the 2009 in general was a bit of hot year, making way for more opulent wines, sporting far less restraint. I scored the 2009, 90 points, it's a solidly built wine, but lacks the focus of the 2008. It had a funky wet earth nose, and smashed dark plum aromas. In the glass, more ruby and less garnet, the palate is round and reasonable, the tannins are still a bit taught, a sweet tobacco spot, black pepper, dark ripe plum, cherry and the finish is reasonably long. I'll be finishing this article tomorrow, with the rest of the wines I encountered that day, and you'd be wise to stick around to see what I have share in part two, until next time folks remember life is short, sip long and prosper cheers!