solitude vineyards · haafingar bench · est. 11.11.11
grown in the folds of the hill
Eleven dry-farmed acres above the Karth. Three wines a year, made by the family that lives between the rows.
a hillside that keeps to itself
The vineyard sits on a fold of the bench the previous owners thought too quiet to bother with. That suited us. The rows run east to west above the river fog, and the work is done by the family and four neighbours — nothing in the cellar that didn't come off the hill.
the waiting
Winter on the bench is pruning weather. Every vine is cut by hand, and every cut is a bet on the harvest month.
the growing
No irrigation — the roots go down, not sideways. Fog off the river most mornings, wind most afternoons.
the picking
Six people, three weeks, dawn starts. The whole year decided in twenty-one days.
the resting
Old oak, full cellars, closed doors. The wine does the rest of the work without us.
three wines. never more.
come and stand in it
Tastings are seated at the cellar table — six guests, the current wines, and whatever the season is doing outside the door.
reserve a table