Saturday, 27 November 2021

Harvest Time

Greek priorities in November.  First comes the fresh olive oil but then it's playtime 


Bringing home the wine 

Bringing home the wine 

We shall come rejoicing 

Bringing home the wine.



One of my sons-in-law has a family vineyard up in the hills above Korinth, 3 hours away.  His cousin tends the vines, gathers the grapes and turns the juice into wine.  He gets a certain percentage of the end result and the rest comes down to Poros.

This year s-in-law was busy  so we went in his place to collect 200 litres of white wine and 100 litres of red wine.  

What a trip.  The first part of the journey was ok, a well worn route for us and then onto and past Korinth on the new national road.  The only hassle was getting off the damn motorway.  Our exit was unmanned and we had to throw the coins into a basket.  Well, what a palava when you're not expecting it.  There were no other cars in sight thank god.  First we thought we were in the wrong lane so K backed out with just a few bad words.  No, the other lane was only for those with a motorway pass. Back we go in again.  Still no other cars.  He tried using a card, but no it wouldn't take our card.  So I scrabbled around and found some change, thank you that mighty power on high.

At that moment the cousin with the wine phoned to see where we were.  At the same time a voice came out of the toll machine asking us if we needed any help.  Did we ever.   I took the change, got out of the car and walked around to throw it in the basket while he got directions from the cousin.

The first car appeared so with considerably more bad words he took off with the car door open and me in the middle of the road.  I had to make a run for it waving my hands and got told off for taking too long.  Then he couldn't remember the cousin's directions so we had to stop and phone him.  Oh boy.  It really was hilarious but he didn't think so then and still doesn't.  

Next we had to go through a roundabout in a tiny settlement with farm trucks behind us and elderly men drinking raki on the corner and watching the show.  I managed to get him onto the right exit and  fortunately for me we made the correct turnoff onto a narrow country lane.  And up we went and up we went.  There were miles and miles of olive trees and now and again a vineyard.  The cousin phoned again and said he was waiting for us a few kilometres ahead.  Thank goodness.  Not only was the country lane narrow, almost one car in places, but once we got to the village he started making sharp turns up incredibly steep inclines, turning corners so tight I was sure we wouldn't make it and praying we didn't meet anything coming down.

The car made it and so did we.  My nerves were tingling rather but K manoeuvred like a pro and kept face like a male must.
I'm not going back there again.  He can take a friend if there's a next time.





The cousin decants the wine from his huge 200 litre barrels into our 50 and 60 litre containers.


The boot of the car was half filled with containers and they were tied together very securely.  I expected it to glug glug glug the whole way home but the wine hardly moved.  K's excellent, cough, cough, driving.  There was no wine smell to intoxicate the driver either.


His own wine he keeps in a wooden oak barrel.  We were given a 5 litre container of this as a present.  Thank goodness we weren't ask to taste any.  I would have got out and walked down rather than negotiate that road with a few glasses under the belt.






When we got home the family turned out to help carry the wine inside and decant it into our two bigger barrels





The boys pour the wine into the clean plastic 200 litre barrels in K's unusually clean shed.  Amazing what a few litres of free wine will drive a man to do.  All the rubbish that was in that shed though is now outside on the back terrace.  That still has yet to be cleared and cleaned.


Playtime begins.
We broached that 5 litres of the cousins own wine, matured in the oak barrel.  It was darn good.  A dark red with a taste of the local grape, different from those around here.  The boys preferred their local-own-brand wine so this 5 litres is all mine.  Was all mine.  The level has gone down considerably.

We will have our first tasting of this year's vintage on 3rd December. A most important day. My birthday. I've bought a few bottles of sauv blanc in case it's still a bit young.

Kala Krasia
As they say here
Good Wine-s






18 comments:

  1. Gosh, what an adventure. Good job the wine turned out to be worth it.

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    1. It's a bit stronger than usual. I hope they'll be careful with their consumption. That's a laugh !

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  2. Oh those darned exit tolls that don't take cards! We got stuck behind a commercial van at one where the driver had no change. Fortunately we had a few €2coins (they don't give change either) and ended up paying €4 for a €1.20 toll (bloke in front and us). Huge queue behind by that stage. Those steep village streets are scary - you have all my sympathy and admiration for surviving thst trip. Enjoy your birthday wine.

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    1. At least they should have a warning sign up. It's the first time we've come across it here, or at least where there's no alternative.
      Lucky your van driver had a good Samaritan behind him. Could have been the cause of a riot

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  3. Sounds like a trip worth taking. Enjoy the wine on your birthday two days before mine.

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    1. We are both good old sagitarrians. Always happy, hardworking and sooo good looking 😁

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  4. Sounds like you really deserve all the wine after the dramas of the journey. Having greek parents I can imagine the language used by K and I had a giggle
    Glad you, and the wine, made it home ok

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    1. Oh I bet you know them. They're the first words you learn, especially that one begining with M 😂

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  5. That was quite the quest you ventured upon! It is amazing to see them pouring wine from those huge vats. I wondered if they have ever had an accident? That would be a shame. Happy upcoming birthday on the 3rd! -Jenn

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    1. I bet they're very careful although I was surprised to see him lift it up to pour. Not a drop escaped

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  6. Enjoy the wine and happy birthday.

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    1. Thank you Susan. I don't enjoy the wine. Not that in the plastic barrels but i have learnt to drink a glass or two

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  7. What an adventure, sounds like it was worth it though! Enjoy!

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  8. Back in France I used to have a small 50 litre wooden barrel that was taken to a friends vineyard. Frankly the wine didn't keep very well in it, so I abandoned the idea.

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    1. It doesn't last long enough to turn to vinegar. A lot of it is given away. But of course a lot of it is drink here too. A bottle or two is a good present for name days, holidays, birthdays and just plain visiting.

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  9. What is it with men and directions? lol. B refuses to do it, I'm usually stuck with asking. But you're so blessed to have access to many fresh drinks and foods.

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  10. My goodness what an adventure! Happy birthday to you!

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