The wines ...

... I mentioned wine last post, didn't I? Six-and-a-half cases finding their way, somehow, into the ute? Yep, plus some Australian made gin and apple schnapps (m0re about those laters).
No, we aren't particularly heavy drinkers, not at all.So, after a morning truffle hunting, and a wonderful antipasto/plowmans' lunch, we were let loose on the Orange Region wineries.
First stop Dindima and I'm ashamed to admit it was chosen as the first stop solely based on the prettiness of its label. Yep, I'm that shallow. Still, you have to start somewhere and it turned out to be an excellent choice. The lovely Lee (I've yet to meet a Lee I didn't like), mother of the winemaker James Bell, walked and talked us through the entire range. We got to meet Dave too, the winemaker's dad, who was trying to get the new wine warm enough to start second fermentation. It was a "fucking freezing" day remember.
The wine was wonderful, Mr Brown got a little overexcited on the Shiraz front, and we walked away richer by several cases.
Next stop, Canobolas-Smith Wines, hand-made wines no less!
This time Justin talked us through the collection. I was particularly impressed with the Wild-Yeast Chardonnay, which may not sound unusual but I'm not usually a Chardonnay drinker these days. Murray Smith, the winemaker, who was wearing SHORTS, assisted us with boxing up our extensive selection and we pootled off once more.
Last stop was Philip Shaw wines. This was the prettiest vineyard and winery and it's the spot I finally remembered Rupert was still in the car and should have been taking photos.
Enjoy.

O, yes, the wine, fantastic, just fantastic. AND the prettiest and most quirky of all the wine labels too.