I wasn’t sure how I was going to write about Old Westminster Winery, so I’m going to shoot from the hip and right from the heart. I feel like I’ve said this before. And before that.
On a random weekend day some time ago, I felt like doing my own thing. I had asked a few people if they wanted to take the long (actually short) drive from Baltimore to Westminster, and the interest was little to none. And like many other things, I was meant to do this on my own.
And for my first visit, I’m glad it was just me…
There’s always that excitement and anticipation of going somewhere new, and taking that unfamiliar drive on a stretch of road that didn’t exist to you moments before. These things just don’t happen everyday, and I wish they did.
In this world that’s so big, yet to small, the amount of wineries and places in general I haven’t visited, but want to so badly, is going to continuously and instantaneously grow. But what matters is what I do visit and do experience.
And that’s what I did on this day.
Upon arrival, and seeing the winery sign, I felt like a kid at his first day of school. And then I felt like a kid at the first day of school. See what I’m saying?
Especially going somewhere on your own, can be uneasy for some. Sometimes I still feel uncomfortable, but more times than not I enjoy my own company. If you can’t enjoy your own company, how can anyone else be expected to enjoy yours either? So without thinking I go to restaurants, cinemas, and sometimes travel on my own. Who knows who or what may be waiting on the other side.
A winery is no different.
How about that scenery?
On this particular weekend day, I had a sense the tasting room would be packed. They’re only open for tastings on Friday through Sunday, and with the aura surrounding the place, I suspected it would be packed to near capacity. This particular sunny, yet windy afternoon, it was pretty close to full.
I had a few minutes wait before I could do a tasting, and there was no rush. The room itself is immaculate, fantastic, and feels like a place to be. Maybe even the place to be. In this Carroll County gem, it’s a place I definitely want to be, and be back at again.
Before I sound like I’m signing off, I won’t speak of every wine, because I’ll save that for another time. But I will talk about one. And it’s the one that stood out to me the most, the 2016 Home Vineyard Chardonnay.
I’ll let the synopsis tell you one story, and I’ll tell you mine. Wow that sounded way too profound, and that wasn’t the full intent. However, I do like Chardonnay’s with a little more oak than this, but this one hit a different spot and nerve.
Since there was nowhere to sit inside, I took a seat in the outdoor patio, which wasn’t full set-up for seating. It was windy, a little chilly, and not conducive to anything I was doing.
But again, like I said, it felt like the first day of school. It was a bit awkward, out of sorts, and I wasn’t one to fake it till I make it. Not yet at least.
But I did take some cool pictures. The one outside, and one actually from the bathroom. I may get in trouble for saying that. But the flowers looked pretty cool.
I did socialize a bit inside, and a crowd at a winery can be much different than one at a standard bar or pub. We’re all there for the same reasons, and the reasons might be a bit more authentic and genuine versus just going to the same ole’ place. And there’s always room to change it up and do something real.
This is not how I thought this post would go, but like I said, this is only the beginning.
I’ll be back again.
To be continued…