The name ‘Killer Quail’, as depicted on the label, refers to quite possibly the most embarrassing incident of my winemaking path. While sampling fruit at Alder Springs back in 2017, Stu had warned me that there were bears on the property and to keep an eye out. Shrugging off his warning, I lost myself in the rows and went happily along. All of a sudden there was a loud warning snort… a bear! I sprinted away like my life quite literally depended on it, running to Stu as fast as I could. Upon arriving at my safe harbor, I was greeted with giggles. It turns out I had simply disturbed a family of quail, and that the sound of their flapping wings was what had scared the snot out of me.

I regret nothing. Birds are scary.