Two Hands Wines Cellar Door, Barossa Valley
Lately I have had the very good fortune of doing a bit of this; leaning against a tasting bench, swishing and sniffing.
Let’s just say that I am not the human equivalent of a Beagle. They say blackcurrant and fig jam; I say, ‘Mmm … tastes like red wine.’ Nonetheless, I love visiting cellar doors because they are a portal to happiness (even if they are black hole for my credit card).
Two Hands Wines is set back in the hills of the Barossa Valley about an hour from Adelaide. You drive up a fairly characterless freeway and then turn left … and it’s this the turning left that makes all the difference because with one swing of the wheel, you find yourself in a golden paradise of vines and gum trees and glowing dusty air.
The cellar door is inside an old sandstone cottage and surrounded by lush green lawns, country gardens, a fountain and is neighboured by a old bakehouse that has a very unique feature; you can see through its glass floor to the cellar beneath.
Step inside the tasting room and you are transported to what could be any upmarket inner city restaurant. Smooth timber surfaces, stainless steel and glass – it reminds me of Longrain in Surry Hills. The staff are tropically friendly and yet razor sharp when it comes to dissecting the wines; we taste our way into 2009 Moscato, The Wolf Riesling, Yesterday’s Hero Shiraz and up through the rest of the Garden and Picture Series and on into the Flagship wines of Ares, Aphrodite and Aerope. Big, big, big reds. I love them.
My very kind hosts have organised lunch (a slow cooked lamb pie with the most obscenely buttery pastry served with a side salad and Maggie Beer condiments) so we finish the afternoon off in a carby, wine-soaked haze. *sigh* Like I said, happy place …
Tell me, winos, where are your favourite cellar doors? And when are we going?