Fourteen dry-farmed acres above Calder Valley. Ray Marek planted the first block in 1979; his daughter Alma has made the wine since 2014. We grow it, we make it, we pour it, and there is no second location.
Five pours, and the glass goes home with you. Plan on forty-five unhurried minutes. Nobody hovers, nobody quizzes you, and liking the cheap one is a fine answer.

This card follows the cellar. When a wine runs out it comes off, and when we bottle, the new ones go on. Ask what's open; the answer is usually all of it.


Ray Marek put the first Zinfandel vines into this slope in 1979, on a hunch and a tractor that still runs. Alma grew up in the rows, left for ten harvests in other people's cellars, and came home in 2014 to take over the winemaking. Ray still prunes. Fig, technically the third generation, patrols.
Everything we pour is grown within sight of the tasting room door.
We dry-farm the whole hillside: no irrigation, just old roots that dig deep for what they need. The yields are smaller. We think the wine is worth it.
The patio sits under a pergola Ray built the summer Alma was born, looking straight down the rows to the valley. Picnics are welcome and encouraged: buy a bottle, unpack whatever you brought, and stay as long as the light does.
One small ask, said with love: we're not a stop for limos or buses. The patio is small, the road is narrow, and we'd rather you hear the birds than an engine idling.

Twice a year, spring and fall, we pack what we just bottled. Members take it at member prices and get first pour of everything small.
Pickup parties in May and October: we open library bottles, grill too much, and hand you your box in person. Can't make it? We ship.
Cancel anytime. One email, no phone call, no guilt trip.

Four Fridays each October we set one long table between the barrels. Twenty seats, five courses cooked by our neighbor Dot, and wines that never leave the property. Write to us and we'll hold you a chair when the dates are set.
Ask about a seat2210 Windrow Lane
Calder Valley
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The last half mile is gravel. Go slow and wave at the neighbors.
Call (555) 555-0147
or write to hello@arbor.example
Tastings are 21 and over with ID. Younger visitors get grape juice from the same hillside, no charge.