Honyockers // Estate GBSM // 2014

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Honyockers // Estate GBSM // 2014

38.00

270 Cases Produced
100% Estate Grown
El Camino Real Vineyard / Windmill Ranch
Hand Picked by Family in 2014
Barrel Aged 2 Years
Bottled in 2016
Bottle Aged 1 Year

 

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Honyockers

I was called a Honyocker a lot growing up. I did not know that it wasn't really a word, I am not sure if it really even is. But, now there is a wine named after it, so it seems pretty real now. 
Honyocker,  was just what my grandmother would call my brother and I when we were wrestling in the grass, doing burn outs, getting black eyes, laughing in church,  and just being wild kids. She would laugh at us and yell "quit it you little honyockers". It wasn't like she was using our middle names, showing us that she meant business. It was just this word that I heard  we were having more fun that was particularly appropriate. 
I actually come from a long line of Honyockers. 
This label is of my father, on the left doing his best james dean, my mom, dead center and as tan as you can get, and my uncle Harvey on the right sitting on the spare tire. My mom pointed out that she and my father are still in high school in this photo. They are riding around in a WWII willies jeep that has the license plate GIL250. Yes, we still have that jeep and still have the license plate. The story about the license plate is pretty good for another time, as my grandmother drove 40 miles out of her way to get a "vanity plate" for her husband Gil, before vanity plates existed. Like I said a long line of Honyockers. 
My great uncle Harold (Grandpas Brother and the Gent on High Hill 2013) cut a lot of the fire roads up in the Arrowhead mountains, and since my folks and their friends had a few jeeps and waterballons they would play hide and seek up in the hills and ambush each other. They would cross rivers and break each others windows with the water balloons, and I am assured by multiple sources that there was no beer involved, ever.  They were just wild kids doing wild things having fun. It wasn't that they did anything illegal growing up, it was just that the laws hadn't caught up with them. My folks have tons of these stories, and having heard them growing up, it seemed like that is what you were supposed to do. 
So when my teenage years of pranks, pellet guns, fire extinguishers, eggs, and general Honyoking were in full swing my folks mostly laughed it off, and shook their heads a bit and went back to bed. If their weren't cops involved, they slept pretty well. 
Sadly, I think Cash Saarloos has a pretty deep Honyocking streak in him, and Grandpa and Grandma fill him with stories. 
Today you would probably describe a Honyoker as a non conformer, a whippersnapper, a juvenile delinquent, a fun loving rapscallion, or a curtain climber. I love these kinds of kids, the heart of gold, jump off the roof into the pool, tell the best stories and bend the worst rules. My niece Lane Linda is this kind of kid. 
As my dad said to my brother "Save money for bail, not college."

But as I have gotten older and my hair grayer, I have realised all of my memories are from these kinds of people. All of my friends to this day are a bunch of Honyockers that refuse to grown up. 
Also, may I add that if you want to understand the entrepreneur, you should study the Juvinail Delinquent. 
If you want to see a successful entrepreneur, you should study the Honyocker.

Oh yea, this is about wine....

You might notice that this wine does not follow any particular norm. It is wild, it is unique, it is a trail blazer. 
On the label you see two boys and a girl. 
In this bottle you will find 2 reds and a white.
Red and white wine together? What?!?! How can this be?
Well, in 2014 we had a great year harvesting, we fulfilled every contract we had plus extra for ourselves and we still has some fruit in the fields. 
As a stark contrast to 2015 when yields were down to 30% of normal. But that is farming, and I digress. 
My father has a emotional connection to having nothing left in the field. Even though every one was fat and happy there was still food on the plate. So, after a 3 minute conversation with my cousin, we decided to pick what was left and see what happens. 
Yes, the Saarloos' come from a long line of "problems are just inconvenient opportunities"
And, no. I have never heard of anyone ever making a Grenache Blanc, Syrah, Mourvedre before.

So how did it turn out?
Good, Really Really Good, Stupid Good.
I love this wine, mostly because it tastes like heaven and there is a underlying Pep in it. 
Yes, Pep. What a good word to describe it. 

This wine tastes like tearing around the mountains in a Jeep having a water ballon fight. 
 What a bunch of Honyockers.

You want conformity, stand in line at the grocery store,
while we have all the fun.