There’s a winery just down the road, Omata Estate, that bottles a magnificent syrah and also makes a rosé with syrah grapes. (Click for full size)
I tried it at a tasting: really good. Their website said they wouldn’t open for another week, but the woman at the ferry office had heard that they were hosting a private function. She called and they said I could squeak in about two.
When I arrived, the group was leaving. They said the kitchen would stay open another hour. I tasted their range and then ordered a smoked fish board (huge). Talked the wine sales woman into joining me and then a couple of the servers sat down as well.
When they found out I knew some Mäori, they asked me all sorts of questions: what the name Omata means (the place of flint or a cliff of hard rock); what a taniwha was (a water spirit that could be a sea monster or assume human form and marry).
Anyhow, we had a grand chat as we demolished the platter.
Oh! Did any of your mates guess your wine at the blind test?