Imagine a trip to our winery. Traveling down Vintage Drive, you find yourself flanked by grape vines, swaths of locust wood fence, and a majestic birch tucked among the scores of others trees. Passing over the creek on a stone bridge, fish teem beneath you. A heron patiently awaits her lunch. To greet you is an 18th century stone mill and the adjoining miller’s house; the winery comes into view in the distance.
As you enter the shadow cast by its towering arches and peaks, you marvel that the building does not look out of place with the others that are 200 years its senior. And now you see that the whole property sits in a small valley—a fertile oasis of flora and fauna, worlds apart from the bustling metropolis.