I Dream About Oregon Pinot Noir Wines
The drive was fantastic. I could smell the lush green along the coastal highway and then we drove into the interior into Willamette Valley in search of a small vineyard named Amity. We drove up the gravel drive and looked out into the valley at the patchwork of an agricultural quilt stretching toward the horizon. Later as the tasting progressed we stumbled upon God's own nectar the Gamay Noir. Budgetary constraints limited our purchase and we walked away with six bottles; regretfully only two were the Gamay.