La Vina Loca
Welcome to La Vina Loca, the Majek Winery blog. Here you will find a mixed bag of information, including tales from the winery and vineyard, recipes, and other news.
The blog started in 2013ish, as we planned and planted the vineyard. There are huge gaps in time because I underestimated how hard it would be to keep up with all of it! With new software, I hope to post more regularly...we'll see.
Welcome to my slice of Texas.
Blanc Du Bois is a grape variety that we grow in our vineyard. Many styles of wine can be made from Blanc and it is most often finished in a Sauvignon Blanc-style....stainless steel tank aging that yields a crisp, tart, citrusly flavor.
We have experimented for a couple of years with a barrel-aged Blanc Du Bois, to provide a Chardonnary-style wine for our guests. Barrel-aging provides a slightly more rounded mouth-feel and provide more honey and vanilla notes, instead of citrusy notes in a stainless-steel finished Blanc. The results have far exceeded our expectations both last year (20 case test) and this year.
Our winemaker, Tim Drake, has really created something special....amazing aromatics on the nose, to begin with ....delicous complex notes to taste, and a wonderfully long, smooth end note. More to come on the tasting notes in a couple of weeks when the wine settles down from bottling.
Blanc Barel (ber-rel') is named for the Czech word for Barrel. I'm sure Randy's great-grandfather is pretty proud of us.
Thanks to winemaker Tim Drake, cellar rats Randy Majek and Dylan Crye, and bottling teammate Rhett Mays for making all this happen over the last year.
I'm launching a new website at the end of August. The WineDirect software will combine the capabilities of the 3 different systems we use now...and be a lot easier to maintain (fingers crossed).
I'm also the worst blogger in history, writing approximately 2 blogs every 2 years....not a good marketing practice...but, heck, it's busy around here.
The new software is easier for blogging, so look out. Expect to see more long, rambling tomes (as my mother thoughtfully called them) where I overshare about myself and all the things going on, using lots of southern colloquialisms and mixing many metaphors (as this is part of my DNA). I have also added back a few blogs from my former website, detailing our first adventures and some Covid-Closure videos.
There is always something beautiful going on at Majek, seasons change, vines grow and produce, people relax and smile. I hope I don't go 2 years before sharing more of it with you.
This weekend, we will celebrate our 6th year in business, and I haven’t written a single blog since we opened! Everyone knowledgable about Marketing tells me I should take the blog down, but I say, “No”, I’ll get around to it!
Basically, the business has grown like crazy. I can’t possibly catch you up on all that has transpired, but I can share that we have laughed a lot, cried a lot, built a lot, crushed a lot, grown a lot, and been blessed a lot. My business is still open, we are still married, and there have been no fatalities.
The business “story” is based on the fact that it is located on Randy’s ancestral property in Moravia, TX, where Czech immigrants from the wine-growing region of Moravia, CZ, found a safe and bountiful place to settle in America. These Moravians brought their love of wine to Texas and every native family in our area has a home-made wine recipe that has been handed down. I am very proud to have built a vineyard and winery here to honor that legacy.
This weekend, we celebrate our anniversary and, also, the fulfillment of one of my main goals. Just as Grandpa had used the native TX Mustang and Muscadine grapes to make his wine, I wanted to showcase wine made from wine grapes that grow well in our area…Blanc Du Bois and Black Spanish.
On Saturday, I will be excited to share the following new wines with you:
Blanc Du Bois Barel (CZ for wood barrel)– Oak-Barrel Aged Blanc Du Bois from Majek Estate grapes, which joins our stainless steel finished Dry and Sparkling Blanc Du Bois.
Cardinal’s Kiss – a delicious Black Spanish Rose’, from 2019 Majek Estate grapes.
New Praha – a Dry Black Spanish, 2018 Majek Estate grapes, which pairs beautifully with our newly refreshed charcuterie plate.
Additionally, we will launch the new version of Opal – 2019 High Plains Fruit and New Cardinal’s Friend – a Sweet Red Wine made from 2018 Black Spanish grown at Mil Veranos Vineyard in D’Hanis by Virginia Rodriguez.
Thank you to Winemaker Tim Drake, as well as the other winemakers and TX dreamers who have traveled with us on this journey.
The days are long, but the years are obviously short! I look forward to serving you soon.
I have mostly written about my personal feelings about this experience, particularly the loca parts….but this is really about the vina. I haven’t really described how I spent my summer and some of the key learnings of setting up a vineyard:
Once planted in March, I mistakenly thought I was just supposed to let the vines grow all year, in order to make strong roots. I put 30 inch grow tubes around the plants, to protect against the rabbits, and off they went.
This was half true. I was supposed to also prune the vines, 700 of them, in bonsai-like fashion, to establish the cordons. Thirty-inch grow tubes were too high for the heat in my area. The leaves inside the tubes died and I ended up with tufts of leaves gasping for air at the top of the tube.
Grow Tube Debacle
I also misunderstood about the fertilizing. I thought I didn’t need to fertilize for several years, based on my soil sample.
I realized, later, that the soil sample for Block A was very good, but the soil sample for Block B was not so good. These blocks are just feet apart and needed to be treated very differently.
I did have good irrigation and didn’t waste water. However, I did have silt in one filter, which limited water to 4 rows in Block A.
It is a correct statement that you have to really be in the vineyard to know what is going on.
By June, I had figured out that I was already behind in my vineyard work….basically right as the heat of summer hit. I pruned all the plants down to the best one vine to form the trunk and taped it to the stake. At this time, I also cut the grow tube down to 18 inches, which I should have done on Day One. These two tasks literally took weeks and weeks to complete. As you know, I have a full-time job and only work the vineyard at nights and on the weekends.
Even with these escapades, there were many very fortuitous parts of this experience, beyond the obvious “won’t make these mistakes again” parts.
Somehow, I managed to plant the vineyard so the sun is at my back in the afternoon…accidently very smart.
I also learned to sit so that the finished vines were in front of me… which really helped with my enthusiasm.
I landed on a combination of shirts, hat, shorts, and shoes that served me well.
My Perfect Uniform
Most importantly, I really learned from other outdoor workers around town, what they wear and the cadence of their work. I had to leave the chaos of my normal work world behind and work at the cadence that nature allowed. I learned that you can’t be in a huge hurry, timing how long it takes to do a row, how many cuts per vine, etc….how against nature, and actually dangerous, that could be. How sharp objects, heat, and fatigue don’t mix. It was about sitting in front of each plant, briefly studying the best way to trim it to guide it towards the proper shape, taping that to the stake, and moving to the next plant. Like the REK song, Mariano, it was like working like a piston, steadily, constantly, doing the best I could, not too tired to work the next day.
This summer, I worked many evenings until dark. The heat was just terrible this summer and during the week, I had to wait until almost 7 to get out and get in a couple of hours of pruning. But you can’t imagine what an amazing experience that was….the warm gentle breeze, the complete silence except for the crickets chirping, the beautiful sky and vines. I tried to take pictures of the moon rising over me, but my old iPhone didn’t capture it very well. Once, as I moved down the row to the next plant, a little rabbit was sitting right next to me. She was hidden in the grass, her ears lying flat against her back in camouflage. I talked to her and she didn’t move….and after I was finished with that plant, I moved on to the next one and let her be.
And so, this summer was a time of learning. It has been good to learn something new. I had my book-learning from the Viticulture Program. In practice with my vines and on my property, and with my interpretation, I didn’t have completely perfect results, but the vines aren’t all dead!
I estimate I have about 90% survival rate, which I will take and build on.
Some of the vines are trophies
Some are persevering despite my ignorance
And some didn’t make it
This I equate to golf…it’s a beautiful, but exasperating sport. Golfers normally hit enough good shots to keep them coming back for more…. it’s the same with a vineyard.
My faithful tools didn’t let me down
One for sitting,
One for pruning waste,
One for other accouterments, i.e., wasp spray, Seven dust, Gatorade, tape gun.
I am now almost caught up now and we will be ready for Fall. There were no heat strokes, amputations or divorces. All summer, I just couldn’t wait to see how the vines were growing and improving….and our family had the time of our lives. I couldn’t ask for more. L
Background: It’s harvest season in S Texas. This weekend, we planned to take Black Spanish grapes from Patrick Gibson’s vineyard to Brownfield, where Mike Sipowicz of Texas Custom Wine Works will craft our 2015 reds. Patrick’s vineyard is in Weimar (75 miles W of Houston). Brownfield is 30 miles west of Lubbock. For the uninitiated, that means a road trip diagonally across Texas. Why do this? Our grapes won’t be ready until next year…and our wine-making facility after that. Patrick has the best grapes in the area and Mike makes some of the best wine around anywhere. We want to create the best product for our future guests…so that meant a trans-Texas roadtrip!
Friday, August 9, 2013.
We need a 26-foot refrigerated truck (known as a reefer). Why: The grapes must be kept very cold from the field to the winemaking facility to slow premature fermentation. The grapes would be ruined by the stifling August heat in the back of a normal truck. I efficiently made the rental arrangements in San Antonio weeks ago, receiving a final confirmation just this past Thursday…yet, there is a problem. Cue the scary music….
3:00 p.m. Long story short, the truck rental guy says our truck has been “commandeered by the US government (aliens?) for exercises in West Texas”…really. There are no available trucks in all of south Texas…really. Our grapes have no truck. Our project is thwarted before it even begins. A screeching phone conversation with the jefa (me) doesn’t help at all (although I later award style points for the truck guy’s novel excuse for renting my truck to someone else). Fortunately, after an hour or so of significant sleuthing and the power of prayer, Randy is able to locate another truck, ironically across the street.
4:30 p.m. So, finally, Laurel (our friend/neighbor, web chief, and historian), Olivia and Randy begin the trip from San Antonio to Moravia. First time driving a big, refrigerated truck for Mr. Majek…..and he’s up to the challenge. Some strange noises (alarms) from the truck, but it looks like the first crisis is averted……did I mention that the truck has a governor limiting speed to 60 mph?
Saturday, August 10, 2013
6:30 a.m. We are traveling from Moravia 10 miles to Patrick’s beautiful operation at his Vineyard at Grohmann Farms. A crowd of helpful volunteers has assembled to harvest Patrick’s gorgeous Black Spanish clusters to the radio tunes of Polka Party. Patrick has done a great job of managing his fruit through the Spring frost, July rains and 100+ August temps to achieve maximum hang time and very high quality fruit. I couldn’t ask for more.
10:30 a.m. Sue Gibson (owner with Patrick of the Vineyard at Grohmann Farms and the Weimary) served all the volunteers a delicious brunch, we settled up on the grapes, and after the team loaded 7 bulging bins of fruit, we were on the road….Randy and Liv in the truck, Laurel and I following in the Jeep.
As I write this entry at 3:00 p.m. Aug 10, 2013, our little caravan has crept at 60 mph, shaken but undeterred, through 80 mph traffic on I-10W for almost 5 hours. We have not been rear-ended yet. Laurel and I have been bored since 10:45 a.m. Randy and Liv are being bumped and bounced in the rickety old truck. We are way west of SA but still in the Hill Country heading northwest. I believe we will touch all of Texas’ geographical regions before the day is done. Listening to Reckless Kelly radio on Pandora… “Amarillo by Morning”…
5:12 p.m. Still 2+ hours from Brownfield. Several hundred miles since Google map lady last spoke turn instructions, no more cloud formations to study…limited cell access…many windmills… 60 mph pace creates a zen-like chance to just be. Big Spring coming up…”Til another day comes, you gotta live through today.”
6:35 p.m. Olivia calls from the grape truck to the lead vehicle, “Where are you, Mommy?”…. Where are we??????…. We are leading the wrong white truck!!! Somehow, I accelerated to 62 mph (probably to the REK tune, “Corpus Christi Bay”) and lost the family/grapes!…. Family/grapes located, trip resumes, second crisis averted.
8:30 p.m. Arrived in Brownfield, 10 hours since departure, just in time…all digital devices in both vehicles at 5% power or less. After all the drama of the last couple of days, hopefully the evening will go more smoothly. Dusty Timmons’ crew at Texas Custom Wine Works expertly unloads our bins and places them in a chilled staging area. While they prepare for the de-stemming, we search for food.
9:00 p.m. In small town America. Consulted all available resources: Google maps, Urban Spoon, all with options with limited cell reception. Stumbled upon a nice Mexican restaurant called Savannah’s. Despite arriving at closing time, we are served a delicious meal.
10:00 p.m. We’re back at Texas Custom Wine Works to watch Dusty’s crew crush our grapes. It seems like only a few minutes before our 7 bins of grapes are hoisted high for sorting, de-stemming, and then pumped into “our” tank. What an impressive operation! As we watch the flow of grapes go by, I realize how much this evening was the culmination of many people’s dreams, talents, and hard work and the start of the ancient process by which art and nature combine into our wine. I am very grateful.
Sunday, August 11, 2013
11:00 a.m. Mike was working at the facility until 5:30 a.m. this morning. We arrive somewhat later to discuss wine plans. Mike’s a very great winemaker and we have many options to bring to our future guests. As you can imagine, he has ideas that we didn’t even know existed. I won’t divulge our plans until later!
“It’s been a long 25 years, hanging on to all those fears — Shine on me, Shine on me”.
1:20 p.m. We are departing Brownfield, exhilarated and happy… exhilarated that the dream continues and happy to have met so many amazing, talented people through this process.
“It’s all, it’s all just a matter of time.”
The return trip to Moravia was much the same as the trip to Brownfield…Lather, rinse, repeat. Red fields, hours, wind mills, hours, Hill Country, hours, San Antonio, hour, Moravia home.
Here are a few key learnings from our trip:
- At 60 mph in Texas, you will never be the passor, only the passee
- We were passed by oversized loads, oil tankers, and little old campers
- I’m pretty sure that all passers thought I was elderly or having car trouble
- We determined that “Tom Green’s county” was neatest. He has a very nice road surface.
- I didn’t realize that Kimball county and Kimble county were 2 different counties.
- Weather Underground precisely predicted a predictably dramatic Texas storm at the intersection of Hwy 83 and I-10 at 7:05 p.m. I would recommend their weather app.
- Nearly every gas pump we used had a previous sale of $5.00. I am very fortunate.
- It’s best to avoid outside port-a-potties, at gas stations undergoing remodel, in August….probably always.
- Highly recommend the Reckless Kelly section on Pandora. In areas where cell access fails, we vote for REK West Textures….because you know…”the road goes on forever, and the party never ends”J
- There are many nice little towns between Weimar and Brownfield, including Weimar and Brownfield.
- It’s amazing how much richer experiences and life get, when the circle is expanded to include new friends
More to come, watch us grow! L
Laurel Smyth: Friend, Web Chief, Historian, Photographer, Musicologist, Co-Driver of the Lead Vehicle, Very Good Person
Lynne Majek: Jefa, Blog Writer, Co-Driver of the Lead Vehicle, TX Tech Certified Viticulturist
Olivia Majek: Bi-Vehicle Communications Chief, Assistant Navigator of the Grape Truck, Grape Truck Entertainment.
Randy Majek: Grape Truck Wrangler, Fearless Driver of the slowest vehicle in Texas, Future Winemaker of Majek Vineyard and Winery.
If I think too much about it, I scare myself with the prospect of opening any business, much less a vertical operation of harvesting a crop, manufacturing a perishable product, and creating a retail experience…all at the same time. I had had a garden, and had really enjoyed picking the right heirloom seeds, watching them grow with Olivia, and canning the produce. But, that was the full extent of my agricultural experience.
I fell in love with our neighbor’s vineyard. For me, it really began with a fascination for growing such a beautiful crop – the symmetry of the cordons, the lush green leaves, the bountiful fruit. It’s a peaceful setting, like a sanctuary. Also, I couldn’t believe how plentiful even a small vineyard could be. I signed up for the Viticulture Certificate Program at Tech, even before Randy had bought into the idea. I enjoyed every single minute of the 4-6 a.m. online study times before work and the field work sessions at Round Mountain Vineyard.
When our neighbor decided to open a tasting room, we were first in line to volunteer to help. Randy and I had both worked in Retail in past lives…..opening a tasting room was a cinch! We set up his tasting room and worked it with him every Saturday that summer. We loved that part, too! It was really fun meeting the customers and sharing that discovery experience with them.
Once I decided to plant my own vineyard, my original plan had been to grow grapes for sale to other wineries. I began to realize that I wanted my own wine and tasting room. As much as I loved our neighbor’s place, it was his dream and vision….and I had a different vision of my own.
So, I decided to open a casual, mostly outdoor wine venue where the agriculture will play as much of a role as the winery. Where people can congregate for music, to watch a game, and to enjoy wine! And, just as in Italy and Napa, and on Hwy 290 in the Hill Country, side by side wineries make each other even more successful. So, that’s what I'm going to do and we will all be the better for it.