Updated: Dec 2, 2020
When most people think of winemaking, romantic visions swim into their periphery; golden hour in front of a chateau overlooking the dramatic vistas of rolling hills full of vines, a glass of red wine
Nestled in an arch down a graffitied alley next door to a used furniture shop sits the tiny winery and bar. It’s a mad scientist’s laboratory of winemaking paraphernalia, full to the brink with an impressive assortment of oak barrels, stainless steel tanks, a large pneumatic press and even a concrete egg.
We arrived in the midst of a flurry of activity, where two lads in jumpsuits were busy sorting through the newly harvested arrival of grapes. Amongst the activity, typing away at a laptop was the head honcho Warwick; in a country predominantly known for sparkling whites, he is making upwards of twenty exci