The secret is in the land itself.

Located at the lowest point in Hollis' Pine Hill Valley, chosen specifically for wine grape growing. Our level vineyard is a quiet place, yet active with contradictions.It is peaceful yet full of natures tugs and pulls. The terroir says to this next generation 'come visit with me..come .work with me...come harvest me, together we can yield for you wine as a drink...wine as a food...and wine as a medicine in this most unexpected of places'.The terroir says to us 'that things will not be easy but with hard work I will yield to you if you respect what I have to offer'

We believe in letting the vine and its fruit express itself. We are translators for what has already been created. Our joy is in seeing others enjoy our wine as a food, a medicine as Hippocrates said, and to enjoy it with their families and friends. Much is said of terroir and what the earth contributes to a wine but we can add something more... intangibles... While nearby cities to our south, east and north bustle with activity, a timeless feeling engulfs the atmosphere hovering over and around our vines. A timeless quality exists here that brings us all back to another time seemingly gone by. Here hustle and bustle no longer matter and traditions that go back in our family for centuries have resurfaced.Annually we work to harness the wild portion of the terrior, the planting of new generations of vines, the yearly pruning, cultivating and ultimately the harvesting of the fruit of the vine. To our north, family farmers can be seen toiling away bringing fresh food to local markets and tourists, and the occasional sounds of young children playing escape the confines of the treetops. To our immediate east it is common to see young foals coming into the world and learning to walk and soon are outrunning their parents...to our south are wetlands that provide safety and rest to white tail deer, wild turkeys, small game and the occasional bear or coyote that tracks its prey. With an eye up to the sky one will see circling hawks, wild geese, ducks and the occasional passenger jet that takes its passenger to places here and there in a hurry... passing over this place of silence..of peace..of simple beauty where two or more people can decide to not rush around, but to sit face to face with another and just talk with each other and observe the many nests that momma and pappa birds have decided to construct in our trellis to lay eggs and raise their young and occasionally you will see on the ground a nest filled with eggs and a mother killdeer trying to lead you awat from it. In front of us, as we gaze thru the vineyard rows, yellow finches and robust cardinals are among the many species of birds that flit to and fro and rest on the many trellis wires for a rest or to use as a launching pad to pluck earthworms from the healthy and deeply organic soil below.

The soil itself is a bit of a rich story in and of itself. Two feet deep in places of rich organic matter virtually devoid of anything else such as sand, clay or rocks reaches depths of up to a full two feet (somewhat uncommon in the six state region of New England) until we reach a seeming endless coarse sand that houses a year round high water table that feed the vines naturally. We do no irrigation of our established vines.The topsoil itself is rich in minerals and nutrients, a natural home to the vines and it holds rainwater for a time until ultimately and begrudgingly it releases it to the sands below where the roots of the vine chase the moisture. These sands lay to depth of another 50 feet or more are a natural occurrence in southern New Hampshire. And all of this rests on the foundation of our region. Granite. Hence the name the Granite State.Our granite over time yields to the pressures of the earth and fragment and ever so slowly release their own minerals upward into the sand, where they wait for the roots of the vines to find them.

Stop by and taste our tradition!