This afternoon at the distillery tasting room a guest looked at me and said, this feels like coming home. My grandma had guineas, yeah really. I told him you might be the fifth person that told me that in the last week. For those of you that were fortunate enough to grow up on the farm or knew somebody on the farm and know guinea hens, you can awaken that nostalgia right here.
For about fifteen years, Kiepersol has had a flock of guineas somewhere between 100 and now around 300 guineas roaming all the vineyards and some of the close by houses in the neighborhood. Weird looking birds. But for most people, a memory of a noise of a guard animal and a happy familiarity. They are our pesticide. They are halfway domesticated, but really wild birds native to Africa.
The other reaction I get so often is my grandma made wine or my grandpa made wine. With a long wonderful story about how they picked the native grapes, berries and fruit and turned it into wine. Living here and working here, we sometimes take that nostalgia for granted. And I know my grandkids are going to say, 'We had guineas...we made wine." I'm ready to hear your guinea stories and your home winemaking stories. Share them with us. I should've long time ago started writing them down, but did not. So please help me.