Yoakim Bridge Vineyards and Winery Reaction—
Again exploring my valley, Dry Creek, and en fin decided to stop at Yoakim Bridge Vineyards and Winery. Quaint and contained tasting room with a gentle atmospheric allure that someone like me can only take to, be eager to taste through the flight and further settle into the property and story. Was auspicious enough to have Virginia, one of the owners pour for me. With convivial smiles and bright wooing dialogue she poured the first offering, a 2013 Dry Creek/Sonoma County Zinfandel. Already, the narrative was paginated, that this is a wine producer that couriers not just a ‘sense of place’ as people say about their own wines, but truth of varietal, valley and county, the winery’s inviting octave. Then the same Zin, 2012, transitioning to an ’11 Petite Sirah which has the most resplendent and magnetic initial attractiveness of I think any PS I’ve ever tasted. Then concluding with the Merlot. A 2010 which has a distinguished tasty ardor and accent to its notes and song, general poetry— and oh did it convince me. Had to walk away with a bottle before walking around the vineyard, checking out the Zin vines just outside their little tasting room which felt more like an artisanal boutique of some kind. There’s nothing template about Yoakim, only romantic echoes that will follow you home. And their wines will age, if you’re the character to lay your bottles for a few.
I plan on opening my bottle tonight, I’ll be frank. And what will I write to it? One side of me says ‘Has to be poetry” while the other hemisphere screams for inexhaustible paragraph deluge. Anymore, it really is a strain to find any winery that will provoke me to write, buy a bottle take it home and scribble or type further. This little preeminent spot succeeded, with jitterbugging exponents. Could be back tomorrow, who knows… But for tonight I’ll concentrate and center my thinking in the bottle I bought, the stories Virginia told me about her partner, David, how tirelessly he works in the vineyard and during harvest time (her story from ’03), her family and what brought them to Dry Creek. I think of what brought me there, which was all the praise I’d hear around the valley and county, how what I heard aligned not even a little to what I experienced— what transpired between Virginia, Dave, and I in the tasting was so much more enriching. I wasn’t being sold, I wasn’t being taught, I knew people with the same fermented fervor and love as me. And a new place which has beneficially emboldened my wine story and pursuits. Merci! Merci beaucoup!