On August 17, 2018

Tasting New Zealand varietals

By Becca Zidik

Becca Zidik_HeaderIf you thought the ’70s were wild in America, imagine the party New Zealand had when the first wine grape vines were planted in Marlborough! That’s right, in 1973, some extremely smart soul planted vines in the now bustling wine region thanks to the abundant sunshine, cool nights, and perfect soil conditions. Kim Crawford derives from a small Auckland cottage in the Marlborough region of New Zealand, and America couldn’t be luckier to have the wine as an import. Their Pinot Gris is the epitome of a classic, off-dry white wine suitable for everyone! It resembles a quaint Vermont Farmers Market complete with pear, apple, and floral notes.

Who doesn’t enjoy tropical fruit and pineapple notes? Kim Crawford’s Chardonnay gives your palate all of those flavors, and more!  Sunny tropical days meet cool sunset-filled nights with a glass of this lux Chard. We can all thank New Zealand for this beautiful medium weight Chard and The Foundry in Killington for featuring both Kim Crawford wine varieties (saving you a 24 hour travel trip across the world just for wine).

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