“That’s the place I obtained my really feel for the land,” Lee mentioned. Earlier than wine, he labored in vitality gross sales. “Hated each minute.” Now, he does every thing — pruning, bottling, designing labels — with Storm, his Staffordshire bull terrier, padding behind. He poured Bacchus — sharp, tropical, with a flash of lime —then two Dornfelders: a persistent, supple pink and a glowing rosé, pale and sherbety, intentionally gentle on lees to maintain it playful. “I’ve at all times backed reds,” he mentioned. “At one level, we have been doing forty p.c — nationally it was 5.” He spoke of soil, gentle, and endurance — and his refusal to fantastic or filter. Norfolk isn’t simply rising grapes; it’s rising up.
