Tyrell’s makes a few wines with grapes from this region, and I was very happy to take home a shiraz with grapes grown in Barossa, but turned into wine right here at Tyrell’s. So Damian and I talked it out, and apparently I’m more of a Barossa valley wine drinker. I think the positive-sounding word is “elegant”, but to me it is puny. So the Hunter Valley Shiraz (to me) is like a Sonoma Pinot – thin, light, and pepper at the finish. Unfortunately, it is so hot in the Hunter Valley that the grapes ripen too quickly to produce this kind of wine. All along I’ve been thinking I’d FINALLY be in a wine region with my kind of wine! Full bodied, masculine, lots of structure, and a smell like a forest floor. Damian provided, “Water for the dry bloke!” (That would be Tony). Note from Tony: Lisa totally had a crush on him.Īfter the tour we (I) tasted a little. Here is Damian next to some insane smelling Shriaz grapes: Then Damian provided a 90 minute tour, with the most informative lecture on wine making I have ever heard! I’ve been lucky enough to visit wineries in Sonoma, Napa, Tuscany, the Alsace, and the Winstrasse in Germany, and Damain surpassed all of those experiences. That’s Brokenback Mountain in the background not to be confused with Brokeback Mountain for you movie/Heath Ledger fans.
We were a little early for our 10:30am tour, so they offered us a glass of bubbly while we checked out the beautiful grounds: It looks gorgeous, it smells gorgeous, and of course, it tastes gorgeous. We checked out the Hunter Valley Gardens shops, and FINALLY found some flip-flops for Tony! Here he is – happy to be freeing his feet: We got the HOOK UP for a tour at the Tyrell’s Winery, and some other little suggestions about a few to-do’s before heading back down to Sydney.
Off to explore! We checked out of our Tuscan mini-villa and met again with Jayne, who was so lovely and helpful. But even then we just had a snack (This is the equivalent of a normal couple saying they did not eat for two days after brekkie). Except non-horrific.Īnywho, we were so full we did not eat again until after 3. Salty, goopy, and weird, but not horrific or anything. Kind of like Worchester sauce jam. They thought I would hate it, but I didn’t.
The Aussie ladies sitting next to us instructed me so that I knew what to do: first toast the bread, then smear some butter, then a little vegemite. There were eggs, chipolatas, beans, bacon, tomato, fruit loaf, quiche, bircher muesli, and vegemite! As I was typing up yesterday’s blog, Tony noticed a little something out of our back door, and BAM! Kangaroos first thing in the morning!īreakfast was included with our night’s stay, and DANG! The biggest breakfast ever, and very Australian. I only woke up kicking the Transformer-Kardashian-Wooly-Mammoth Spider of the bed once, so that was good. Day 6: Brekkie, Kangaroos, and Vegemite by Day – Sir Stamford, The Opera House, and Dinner on the Quay by Night
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