Back to School (Wino Division)

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Last Saturday was blending day for the Allan Hancock winemaking class. The class has lasted 2 semesters and has now stretched into the summer. Bottling day (probably bottling weekend) is August 16th which will mark the end of the class, and most probably the end of my academic career, wine-based or otherwise.

 

In August of 2007, having secured a place to stay in Solvang, I signed up for three classes: Introduction to Winemaking/Enology, Viticulture Operations and Basic Winemaking I. Although the Intro was listed as a prerequisite to the other two there didn't seem to be an hard and fast rule against taking all three at once, so off I went. The intro class was being held in the AHC "Satellite campus" in Solvang (actually 4 rooms in an office park), so it would only be a 5 minute commute from where I was staying, very welcome after driving up 2 hours from L.A. The Friday morning viticulture class would take place at the college (and the campus vineyard), and the site for the Saturday morning winemaking class had yet to be determined.

 

Going into these classes I had a good idea, of course, of how the winemaking process worked. You brought in the grapes, crushed them (for reds) or pressed them (for whites). Shortly thereafter they started fermenting and eventually, after the fermentation was complete and all of the sugar in the juice had been transformed into alcohol, you had wine, which then was transferred into barrels (usually), where it aged for between 6 and 24 months, and then was bottled. But I did not know how these steps were achieved, what kind of equipment you used, how you used it, what decisions were made at each stage. What is the wine had low sugar? High sugar? Low acid? High acid? Or what if the fermentation was stuck? What was malolactic fermentation? What happened if things got screwed up? The winemaking class was all about the students making wine. The intro class would give me some theoretical backing. The viticulture class would let me get my hands dirty in a real working vineyard, where I would supply the grapes used in my winemaking class.

 

My initial assumptions about my nascent real life wine education were accurate in spots and inaccurate in others. I learned very quickly that the picturesque campus vineyard visible from the highway was actually run by Kendall-Jackson, who controlled all the grapes that were produced. AHC students were strictly forbidden from working this vineyard, although there would "possibly" be a field trip later in the term to have a look around. Whenever I questioned someone in the Agbus (shorthand for Agri-business, the department's formal name) department about the ownership and history of the vineyard no one seemed to know for sure, All anyone knew was that Kendall-Jackson called the shots, which may or may not have always been true. I believe at some point AHC had owned all or part of the land/vineyard and that they may receive part of the revenues, but it all seems mysterious.

 

Which left us with the campus vineyard, a roughly 3½ acre parcel at the furthest edge of campus abutting an unused parking lot, a vacant lot and a seemingly unused softball field, all owned by the school. Certainly the vineyard was large and varied enough to provide a bountiful crop and a rich learning experience but there was one problem - the vineyard had been overrun by mildew and was in a state of extreme neglect and disarray. The vines were scraggly and competed with a dense and varied population of weeds, many of which were the same height as the vines. Whatever grapes were hanging from these vines were sorry looking specimens, and nothing you'd want to make wine from. The vines also had huge suckers pushing up from the rootstock, some over 2 feet long (all the vines were grafts onto different rootstocks).

 

It turns out that the Agbus department had recently been in a state of flux and had just hired the new department head after a long search. His name is Alfredo Koch and he is the scion of a wealthy Argentinean wine empire. Although Alfredo was the owner of the family estate in Mendoza (the prime wine area in Argentina), he was pursuing his Enology PHD at UC Davis, and had transplanted his family to California. He was currently commuting between Davis and Santa Maria but assured us that he was committed to building the department into a world class operation; since he was in the last phases of creating his dissertation, he could soon move permanently to Santa Maria.

 

Alfredo would teach the viticulture class; he had conducted the Intro class the previous (spring 2007) semester, but he had recruited Mike Larner, a fellow Davis PHD candidate, to teach it this semester. Mike Larner is the name I had dropped regularly as my future source of grapes, since his output was well-regarded and Larner Vineyard was a widely known producer in the area. He had inherited a 33 acre vineyard from his father, which he co-owned with his mother and sister; I believe he lives there as well.

 

The teacher of the winemaking class was Norm Yost, a well known winemaker with deep roots in the area. Norm has his own wine label, Flying Goat, which specializes in high end pinot noir and he also consults for some other wine operations in the area. He had taught the class for a few years. When I started the class I had never heard of him or Flying Goat actually so I my knowledge of Norm was limited to a brief bio on the Flying Goat website, where I learned that the winery was named after the dexterous airborne capability of pygmy goats, and that Norm made some pricy pinots from a few different vineyards.

 

There was a marked contrast between the three teachers - Norm Yost is an industry lifer who relied on winemaking for his livelihood and was very clear eyed and practical about what it took to make wine, and make it profitably. Alfredo Koch is also a lifer, literally born into it, but Alfredo had never really had any serious economic concerns, as he oversaw a vast operation that was already running smoothly by the time he took over, giving him the luxury to commute between Argentina and California and pursue advanced academic degrees. Mike Larner bridged the gap between the two; he also was sharply tuned to the harsh economic realities of the wine business, but at the same time his father had planted the vineyard and laid the groundwork that Mike was now benefiting from. Like Alfredo, he had pursued an advanced degree at Davis but like Norm he had to show a profit from his wine industry involvement.

 

The Intro class evolved much as I thought it would: Mike Larner gave us a good grounding in basics of winemaking and viticulture, complete with grapevine physiology, a quick look at wine over the years (it's been made for over 5,000 years, etc) and due to his affinity for chemistry, a sprinkling of some cryptic equations on the blackboard that went right past me, as most of wine chemistry does. I enjoyed talking to him after class, where I would quiz him over the logistics and economies of grape growing and winemaking, which he was happy to answer, invariably stressing that it can be a brutal business. In short, this class was similar to one you could find in most every college that had any sort of an enology program i.e. I possibly didn't have to travel 130 miles to take it.

 

The vineyard aspect of the Santa Maria adventure had turned out to be something of a bust. The class met every Friday, theoretically at 8:00 AM. Early on Alfredo changed this to 8:30 AM and most people, including Alfredo, didn't show until close to 9:00. After the usual chitchat and getting settled, there would be roughly 30 to 45 minutes of lecture, followed by a 10:00 AM decamp to the mildew-overrun campus vineyard. The 10:00 AM time was strictly enforced, as another class took over our class room at 10:00, whereupon our class (which numbered from 6 to 10 or so, plus Alfredo and Alice, the vineyard manager) would make the 10 minute stroll to the vineyard. Our duties in the vineyard consisted essentially of clearing away weeds and cutting off the numerous suckers that had sprung from the rootstock. Although there were some good tips on pruning and training methods for the most part the class began to resent a large part of the vineyard activity - it was hard work and the vineyard was not going to be yielding any grapes anyway. Clearing a path for future generations of viticulture students was perhaps a noble endeavor, but not one I was too interested in.

 

That left the winemaking class, meeting every Saturday Monday from 8:00 until 12:00 or so. The winemaking course is an abbreviated session, only lasting eight or nine weeks instead of 12, although it does span two semesters.

 

We got off to an inauspicious start. Previous classes had made wine at CCWS, a great place to make wine both in terms of facilities as well as observing a great deal of  activity by professional winemakers. Unfortunately CCWS had decided to discontinue their association with the AHC program, thus we didn't have a meeting area / classroom set up until very close to the beginning of the term. Finally someone had come up with a facility near the Santa Maria airport (not too far from CCWS).

 

The winemaking facility was a new winery, whose clients were unknown to us. The classroom was actually an empty room (possibly intended for storage or office cubicles) at the entrance of the building, where we set up folding chairs and a whiteboard - Norm talked a little about himself and then each student introduced themselves and explained their motivation for taking the course.

 

What was striking to me was that the median age of the students was around 50, the youngest being early 30's and ranging from mid-70's. Many people had land they wanted to plant, one person already had vineyards and made his own wine. The students without land wanted to get into the wine industry, whereas the landowning types seemed more interested in planting some grapes and making their own wine.

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