2021 Himmel auf Erden Weiss

A white plum plucked from a young tree, popped straight in your mouth. Subtle fizz, like a sigh when it wakes up. Vines in their thirties (just starting to get serious) of Weissburgunder & Scheurebe, plucked by hand and crushed by foot. The juice ferments in large barrels with indigenous yeast and no racking. It spends 1 year aging in an assortment of barrels and is bottled without fining or filtering. Sat within the Austrian town of Illimitz basking in the shimmer of Lake Neusiedl, is C...Read More...

A white plum plucked from a young tree, popped straight in your mouth. Subtle fizz, like a sigh when it wakes up. Vines in their thirties (just starting to get serious) of Weissburgunder & Scheurebe, plucked by hand and crushed by foot. The juice ferments in large barrels with indigenous yeast and no racking. It spends 1 year aging in an assortment of barrels and is bottled without fining or filtering.

Sat within the Austrian town of Illimitz basking in the shimmer of Lake Neusiedl, is Christian Tschida’s house and his surrounding vines. Tschida’s attitude towards life and art and his wines are symbiotic. Infatuated by details, he is not moved by quantity, but rather small movements that focus on improving the tiny amounts of fruit. Little things, like tucking the vines instead of cutting them, preparing for the drought of the Summer to come in the midst of Winter, developing his own treatments based on the personality of his individual vines. His vines have been looked after by his family since the early 19th century, and he feels a deep, intrinsic responsibility to look after the vines in respect to his ancestry. Summed up well enough himself, he wants to make wines that say “Please drink me, I love you, hug me.” 

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