after touring the fort. The Ege is a lovely little place with a charming courtyard and a very nice host who made us all feel quite welcome. We could see the sea from our window if we looked at an angle, but the lack of an immediate view didn't really matter because we were a bit drowsy and ready for a short sleep before touring the wine rooms. We opened up the windows and slumbered for a bit. My room mate is a dancer / art teacher who works at the same school and she too was ready for a breezy Turkish nap.
The weather here is still quite lovely and warm. I woke about an hour later aware of voices in the courtyard. Our group was assembling for the tour. We had four shops to visit, though there are more on the island. I believe these were selected by recommendation of quality.
The history of wine and the island of Bozcaada, also known as Tenedos, goes back many many years. Turkish history has toyed a bit with the ability to continuously produce a quality product en masse from this local, but I hope and pray that this up and coming region will find an international market for their products, yet maintain the home grown organic attitude of the current vintners. Do see some of these links if you are interested in the generations who have struggled to keep their craft alive and viable. These are interesting and fascinating people.
Some of us took a break at this point to jettison off for ice cream or a coffee or a pastry. We reconvened and headed to the third shop on our list... Camlibag. I won't list the link here, because at this point it is all in Turkish. If any of my readers are truly interested, you probably will be able to find it for yourself, or of course you can e-mail me. This was a charming spot as well and the pourer of our tastes remained nonplussed with questions and requests. I liked the whites at this shop, particularly a heavy golden crisp Vasilaki. I didn't buy a bottle though, thinking perhaps the last winery would produce a perfect white for our fall evening tour of the island.
The plan was to head back to the hotel to freshen up and then to board the bus for an island tour to watch the sunset over the Aegean after our last winery on the tour. Upon arriving back in the main thoroughfare of town, I realized the next winery was an unknown (little did I know) and that white had been so delightful...
The plan was to dress for dinner, then head to the last and most well known (evidently) of wineries for a short taste and tour, then sunset, then dinner in town. Sounded great to us! We headed up a long dirt road to a gate that was opened just for us, then we had to back the bus out because it was the wrong entrance to the winery. Once there... we entered the country shop which was lined with interesting artwork including two paintings of crows. The name of the winery - Corvus. Conversation with my fellow travelers led us to understand that the word Corvus is a name for crow, and in fact, this winery was built around a crow legend. Delightful! I love crows and ravens and I thought immediately of my friend Viki in Oregon who loves crows, wine, and art. She would have been right at home in this place. The wine was good. Exceedingly good, but the best was yet to come.
Our tour began with this unassuming man in shorts telling us it had been a very long day, and not necessarily a good one for him, so would we please stop plonking on the baby grand that was in the vat room and let him get on with his talk. YES SIR. As he spoke, his story and passion emerged... turns out he -
|One of our Hosts - Ibrahim Turko|
These are the days my friend... we hope they never end... we'll sing and dance forever and a day....
You would think the adventure would end there, that the next day would consist of a boring ride back home filled with sleeping adventurists who are all adventured out. Not so.