Two hundredish wineries. Eightyish cellar doors. That’s a lot to choose from when you do drink wine, but normally about once a year. We set off with the task to experience the Barossa Valley and all of its delights. Promises of many and varied beverages, cheese, chocolate and fruits a plenty.

We were not disappointed. Motoring past the big names, we felt we should try a boutique venue. Kalleske winery caught our attention. Quite unashamedly, was a beautiful Dodge truck parked out front. Barrels outfitted in the timber tray area set the scene nicely. It is an extravagant eye catcher; that worked very well.

Mandy was impressed by the organic philosophy the winery takes with regard to the upbringing of the grapes, towards the nurturing of the final uplifting crafted liquid. A white through to red wine tasting palette was our choice. Accompanying this delight we afforded ourselves a goats cheese, triple brie, olive and dried apricot smorgasbord. The goats cheese was the highlight here in my belief; simply a strong cheese with a divine texture. A precision accompaniment selection.

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Greenock Shiraz was the eventual favorite. We bought a bottle and it was only then that we discovered it was also the most expensive bottle. That figures…

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Literally hundreds of kilometres of vines and olive trees litter these hills. Big gnarly thick trunks, thin freshly planted storks and every size in between.

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A short drive away and we arrive at the heart of wine country. For without the Barossa Dam there would be no wine. A small wall had the interesting ability to capture the voice and transmit it around the wall. You can stand on one side with your friend on the other and literally speak to each other in hushed tones. The wall collects, ampflies and directs your voice this great distance. It’s known as the Whispering Wall. So cool.

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