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A paved road leads through farm country. Alder and ash contrast with the deep green of fir and spruce. Cornfields stand half mown. There’s minimal traffic. After a while, a track leads off to the Godfrey & Brownell Vineyards. There, Dave Godfrey, vintner, author, publisher (more on that later) and ex-English professor, greets us in the car park. Driving is thirsty work, and the first thing to do is quench the inner soul. Our host produces bottles of cold Chardonnay 1999, and we collapse gratefully into chairs beneath umbrellas.
Speaking of more, our good host has opened his French Oak Chardonnay, and is asking us to compare it to the previous choice. The Californian lifestylist confesses to a preference. The Scot is neutral, while the New Zealander says he never met a wine he didn’t like. Our senior member from Seattle smiles seraphically and remembers the time he met Kruschev in Helsinki. Or maybe it was Brezhnev in Warsaw. Our tour guide Chris waves, but says nothing.
Speaking of spirits, our host invites us to try his Pinot Noir, which has a good body and nice finish. Or perhaps it’s the other way around. Those still standing follow him to the cellars, where French oak barrels lie racked in rows. In the cool of the darkened vault, with its mellow aromas and hushed ambience, Dr Godfrey explains he’s been making wine since his college days. “First you do it with kits,” he says, “then using frozen mash. Later, you buy imported grapes. Then you aspire to local grapes. Eventually, you make wine from your own grapes. I’m finally there.”
It’s a proud moment for a man who started life as an academic. That career merged into publishing, with one of the first computer-controlled type-setting machines in Canada. As he recalls, computers were novel to everyone back then. He needed software to make the new equipment run, and it was available from only one supplier ... a little upstart company in Seattle. When Dr Godfrey phoned, “the geek-president himself picked up the phone”. Dave shakes his head. “Too bad I didn’t buy shares,” he laughs.
Outside, the afternoon sun streams through the maple leaves. It’s time for the games to begin. A barrel filled with grapes stands ready to be trampled. The Californian stylist and the not-so-dour Scot are first into the fruit, bare feet squelching, grape juice squirting, bodies clasped, cries a-whooping. No one minds they didn’t wash their feet first.
What gushes from the pipe isn’t something to get excited about. Pitted grape juice is just the start of a long journey that ends up with the bottle at your table. That’s where people like Dave Godfrey, and old Father Time, combine to work their magic. Viva vino! Viva Cowichan neuvo!
If you go:
For Vigneti Zanatta and the Vinoteca Restaurant on the Vineyard, call (250)748-2338 or www.zanatta.ca. Look for their Ortega, Pinot Grigio and Damasco; also their sparkling wines Glenora Fantasia Brut and Allegria Brut Rosé.
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