The family run Barrel Oak Winery, situated in Northern Virginia, has a uniquely welcoming, friendly, and relaxed family atmosphere. It’s comfortable and unpretentious environment can be enjoyed by guests and man’s best friend alike as the premises are dog as well as people-friendly and the owners like to call it BOW as in BOW WOW!
The estate-grown varieties include Traminette, Seyval Blanc, Merlot, Chambourcin, Vidal Blanc, Petit Verdot, Petit Manseng, Merlot, Viognier and Chardonnay. They also have Virginia grapes from some of the finest surrounding vineyards from which they make a variety of refreshing and lovely wines.
The winery has some of the most breathtaking views in the region, situated just below the Piedmont Blue Ridge across from Little Cobbler Mountain and surrounded by cattle and horse ranches. BOW has a huge stone patio where guests can watch the sunsets over the mountains and look over the historic and lovely John Marshall house and barns. During the winter friends and families huddle around the fire pits to stay warm, share a glass or two of wine and enjoy good conversation. Everywhere you turn there is beauty and calm and guests can step off the patio directly into the vineyard.
The entire winery is hand-built with underground production facilities where guests take a guided or self-guided tour and see the wine being made in the barrel room, crush pad, and steel tank room. The massive hand-hewn timbers, extensive stonework, enormous cedar doors, and huge stone fireplace attest to the care given to every detail and are truly breathtaking. The structure also takes the environment into consideration, built with a new geothermal heating and cooling system, low energy lighting and engineered insulating panels throughout!
From the moment we entered BOW's tasting room we found friendly, accessible and knowledgeable staff ready to help with our exploration of quality wine tasting. Our dedicated server told us the story behind each wine and totally bamboozled me with talk of woody undertones, fruity bodies and balsamic gestures... As a person who has never liked wine and therefore knows nothing about wine, being a vino virgin proved to be a bit of a puzzlement to our server. I felt like a Little Britain character – every wine we tasted received the response “I don’t like it”! I could obviously tell that each wine tasted different and some were less objectionable than others, but at the end of the day, I’m not a drinker and the wine just didn’t taste nice to me!
At this point I would like to point out that those who do ordinarily drink wine absolutely loved the wines on offer – I quite obviously am not one of those refined wine drinking connoisseurs who can appreciate the squashed grape!
Even though I don’t like wine, we still had a great time and my I’m sure my facial expressions kept the staff and clientele amused... Our feedback was obviously invaluable to BOW – comments like “ok”, “nice”, “not as nice as the last one” and “not sure about this one” probably went down a treat... To any wine connoisseurs, the official consensus is that BOW’s wines are very good, revealing the distinctive style and tasteful complexity of Northern Virginia's unique terroir. From the non-connoisseur viewpoint, we had a giggle, caused our server some pain at my total lack of vino knowledge, ate some grapes and cheese whilst listening to a man with a beard sing and play guitar (rather well I might add) and had a lovely evening socialising in an amazing environment with lovely people! Highly recommended!!!
And so to end this instalment of my little adventures with a joke and a few superb wine tasting one-liners that made me giggle...
An edgy, nervous wine that dithered in the glass...
An austere, unforgiving wine...
The wine seems to be very closed-in and seems to have entered a dumb stage...
An aristocratic Englishman went into a pub and boasted that he could tell the origin and vintage of any wine. People in the pub put him to the test. He was given 2 glasses of wine for tasting and he was correct on both counts. An old French man sitting in the corner was aghast and went up to the Englishman with his glass in hand. “Jolly good. Now, can you tell me the origin and vintage of this wine?” The arrogant Englishman took one sip. Before he could gargle, slosh it around in his mouth or whatever you call it, the Englishman spat it out and yelled, “This taste like piss..........” The delighted French man exclaimed, “Now that you are correct on the origin, tell me how old I am.”
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