Do owls howl? These ones do. This parliament of moonlighters. Screeching wildly at full moons, guzzling innocuous rivers of northwest wine, perched high in ancient trees. Adorned by a feathered wisdom, and crowns of horns, we are the Howl of this story. Find a perch and a quaffing glass. Join us..
Yeah, owls are cool..
If you don’t hang with owls much, you probably didn’t know that they friggin' love graphics, colors, shapes, and icons that identify with retro-pop art, post-punk symbols and a general feel of 80s synthesizer music.
Our natural habitat is the vineyards and varietals that define the Columbia Valley and the northwest. We hunt the best available resources to build wine profiles that intrigue us. This is our feathered mantra. Seek out grapes and juice we love, crush and press the hell out of it, let it chill in barrels or tanks, then blend it, give it an identify, and package it with love. Owl love.
We screech at the moon when it appears biggest. We are owls, we don’t understand moon phases. It’s intuitive wisdom. As such, we follow whims and we chase our senses to the best available resources we can.
Owl wines are all hand-made and blended to taste, not to uphold the reign of the single varietal.
We hunt the best available resources to build wine profiles that intrigue us.
Owl Wines are meant for all times of day. For morning doves and for nocturns. Don’t let your wine only caress the table when the sun disappears. That sounds too much like a business transaction. Let our wines be your un-business. Let them unravel your perception of responsibility. Because that, to us, is a beautiful relationship...
The Frochard - Sparkling Rosé
The Frochard is an enchantress; an embodiment of female wisdom and charm. Our infatuation with crisp and fruity dry rosé and an endless love for bubbles any time of year lead us to the obvious fusion of both. As such, we married them in a package of glorious sparkling rosé that will please the masses, from your Aunt Josie to my uncle Tim. The Frochard screams fresh strawberry and watermelon, rhubarb pie, and a hint of spice with a lemony brioche backbone.
Meant for quaffing any time of year, sparkling rosé is not just a summer staple. Its glorious in the morning, with afternoon brunch, or during a your nephew's football game. It is the brut force that will give you an out-of-body experience, inside your body. So, come on, quaff quaff, pass pass...
The Frivoler - Red Blend
The Frivoler is a wine solely based on whimsy. It’s a radical blend of nine varietals that was painstakingly blended in a dimly lit room that fed our nocturne. A wine that appears unguided, is the most focused, raw, and characteristic wine we could envision. Dripping with currant, cocoa nibs, cedar, tannin and vanilla. It’s both smooth, gentile, and grotesque. Borne by the claw of heathens, destined for the goblet of the noble, or really any normal inhabitant of the earth...
Ever cooked meat? Ever eaten it? The Frivoler is best drunk in massive head-sized glasses while dancing around open flames with flanks of raw meat (or whatever) sizzling over the virile heat. It begs for barbaric acts by people that aren't necessarily barbarian. You know what we're talking about. Sometimes its fun to shed just an ounce of our acumen for a good time. Let our wines take you there..
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