Every year the Michael family spends some time on this land; one cherished tradition is a summer campout atop Mount Saint Helena—a chance to watch meteors streak across the velvet black country skies and wake to fresh air and distant birdsong. One such morning, Mylo, then the youngest grandchild, looked out over the Knight’s Valley at first light, the morning fog blanketing the valley below like a massive cloud bank and asked, “Are we in heaven?” Visitors to the Peter Michael Winery may ask themselves the same question. A visit is truly a feast for the senses, and an unparalleled journey through the multifaceted magic behind every bottle.
The wine, the Valley’s unique appellation, the story written in every bottle is a complex alchemy. It is this soil, yes, but it is also this weather, these hands that tend the vines, this fog and these slopes rising precipitously above it, and this precious moment when it all comes together. Every sense becomes part of the story—most of all, a sense of wonder.
Fifteen wines and four varietals are crafted from three estates, each with its own distinctive place.