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It’s a showery Saturday, and visitors to the tasting room at Overmountain Vineyards in Tryon are whiling away the afternoon on the covered patio. Rain thrums on the roof as
It’s a showery Saturday, and visitors to the tasting room at Overmountain Vineyards in Tryon are whiling away the afternoon on the covered patio. Rain thrums on the roof as
In the summer, rows of vines heavy with clusters of juicy, red fruit climb the hills around Overmountain Vineyards. The future, however, looks radically different, thanks to a little white grape from France’s foothills and a winemaker’s revolutionary spirit.
It’s a showery Saturday, and visitors to the tasting room at Overmountain Vineyards in Tryon are whiling away the afternoon on the covered patio. Rain thrums on the roof as they gaze out over their wineglasses at the vineyard. Proprietress Lita Lilly welcomes guests; her elder daughter, Sofia, pours tastes; and the Lillys’ sociable, spirited Great Dane, Jackson, plays host, making his rounds outside the tasting room. Everything here feels clean and comfortable, languorous and effortless.
Making it look this easy is hard, although you can’t tell — especially since the winemaker is nowhere in sight. Frank Lilly, Lita’s husband (and Sofia’s father), is out in the vineyards on the other side of the property, checking his grapes after another downpour. While visitors sit sipping the current vintage, Overmountain’s fourth, Frank is thinking about what the weather means for the fifth.
Overmountain is a family affair and a labor of love, but it is also a love of labor. “I’ve never seen anyone work so hard,” Lita says, recalling Frank’s years of planting vines; getting a degree from Surry Community College’s Enology and Viticulture program (in Dobson); learning from his mentor, Lee Griffin, at nearby Rockhouse Vineyards; experimenting with grapes; reading every wine-making book he could find; and studying the Polk County terroir — the geography, geology, and climate of the land.
Preparation for Overmountain’s first vintage, released in 2010, took more than a decade. The vines are well established now, but the labor is constant. This is difficult, demanding, year-round work. “Making wine is farming, plain and simple,” Lita says, “and Frank’s a farmer at heart.”
A farmer must learn what grows best on his land. Frank had considered planting raspberries or Christmas trees here before he seized on the idea
(inspired by Griffin at Rockhouse) to grow grapes — and not just any grapes. The vines visible from here are red Bordeaux varietals, so it’s a surprise to hear Frank say, “If I could do it over again, I’d tear out all my Bordeaux reds and plant only whites.”
“Our winery is designed to make white wine,” he says, as he gives a tour of the spotless cold-fermentation network of gleaming steel tanks, all connected to a chiller. Frank makes a juicy, tropical, well-balanced chardonnay, and a viognier as well. He buys the grapes for these wines from nearby growers in Polk County. He doesn’t grow them himself because much of his own land is devoted to an obscure but venerable white grape called petit manseng. He believes this sturdy grape is ideally suited to Polk Country.
Despite the grape’s scarcity, and the frosts, Frank insists that the future of white wine in the foothills belongs to petit manseng. It’s a radical claim, but radical claims are, like wine, part of Polk County — indeed, the revolutionary spirit blazes a path right through the Lillys’ property, which includes a stretch of the storied Overmountain Trail, the route American revolutionaries took in 1780 to Kings Mountain, where they won a key battle over British loyalists.
“Wine brings people together, from all walks of life,” Lita says, as the last of Saturday’s visitors pull away. It’s been a long afternoon, but she’s unfailingly warm and hospitable, offering visitors another glass of wine. It’s remarkable how quickly you begin to feel at home at Overmountain. Lita’s words are a reminder that terroir isn’t only about a wine’s sense of place. It’s about a person’s sense of place, too.
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