StaveA ridge of old vines, a cellar full of patience.
Stave sits on a ridge in North Carolina's Yadkin Valley, where the river fog burns off late and the growing season stretches long. We farm eleven small blocks by hand, pick early, and raise every wine in neutral oak — never rushed, never forced.
The name comes from the curved boards of a barrel: simple pieces that only hold wine when they hold together. That's how we work — one family, one cellar, one vintage at a time. No dress code, no wine-speak, no upturned pinkies. Just honest bottles we're proud to pour for anyone.
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Shop all wines →Tastings on the crush pad, Thursday through Sunday.
Five wines poured by the people who made them — no scripts, no swirl-and-sniff exam, just good conversation. Come as you are; dogs and questions welcome.
Book a tastingBlue Ridge foothills, red clay, river fog.
Forty-two acres at 1,100 feet — red clay over granite, cool mountain nights, and a breeze off the Blue Ridge that keeps the vines honest. Each block is picked and fermented on its own.