My girlfriend and I were on vacation through Okanagan wine country. Over six days, we visited sixty wineries. You can follow our various locations with this disclaimer. That’s sixty wineries, not an exaggeration. What’s the biggest lesson to take back from it? For one, don’t feel pressured to buy wine from every winery, because you end up trying to squeeze almost a hundred bottles into a tiny Nissan versa note. Once you include the boxes we had shipped, it ended up being 120 bottles. Now that the Wines of BC department of Save On is found basically across the province, there is no reason to purchase outside of those unique bottles found only at the wineries. We don’t regret our purchases; they just made transportation rather difficult.
I will admit not having much expectations from Desert Hills. I had never heard of it before the pre-planning stage of our wine trip. By the end of our visit, it was the only winery we had secured a wine subscription from. That says something. It helped that Desert Hills was the only with subscription option we found appealing. It also helped that the wines being offered were all amazing.
But back to the location, Desert Hills appears quite reserved, with only its picturesque vineyards to add any grandiosity. Tanned ceramic roof tiles are the only mark of pageantry amongst the concrete yards and garage doors. Inside, you are welcomed by an immense tasting room and a very large and lethargic dog that only moved only stealthily position itself in such a way as to trip people when they weren’t looking.
The memorable host greeted us and proceed to blow us away with his charisma and knowledge of winemaking. A consummate salesman, he expertly poured, swirled, and extoled the virtues of his collection. We swallowed everything, words and wine. The gamay was amazing, the unoaked chardonnay was sublime, and the port sold me with the first smell. Ordering a box would have been an easy sell by that point, especially considering it included free shipping with only a six-bottle minimum. However, the aspect of the wine club I liked the most was that we could adjust our order before it gets shipped out—you’re not stuck with what they decide to send you. No one else on our journey pitched it so well.
Desert Hills was the last one we visited on our first day, and I’m happy to report we weren’t getting bored of the experience. When asked which wineries I loved the most on my journey, I admit coming back to Silver Sage with my girlfriend stating Kraze Legz. But we both agree that Desert Hills falls in the top five, as well as the one we often return to when praising the entire region. It doesn’t have a winery built to resemble a wild west saloon; it doesn’t have bell towers or guided tours riding the back of pack mules. It has good wine with good service; what more can one ask for?