It
is dusk on a warm late September evening at the Rattlesnake Winery.
From where I sit at the wraparound bar, I can see the light fading
out of the vineyard and further south, Mount Jumbo, rounded and
radiant with the setting sun. Connie is lighting an wide array of
candles that give a soft warm holiday glow to the expansive room. It
serves as a dining room, guest room, kitchen, reading nook, and a
storage area for hundreds of cases of wine that stack high to the
raised ceiling, bisecting the eclectic space. Connie catches me
staring at a small black-framed picture of a vineyard that hangs
delicately from one of the cases as though it has morphed into
permanent residence. “You want the wine industry?” She says, her
left arm thrown out in theater like drama, “Well there it is, you
got it!” Chef Jim Gray chuckles and goes about his work quietly and
confidently, preparing the first course, a wild mushroom tart, in
tune to a muffled Grateful Dead song that emanates from behind two
large swinging doors where winemakers Casey Louis and Kate Keller
connect hoses, clean tubs, and monitor the press that buzzes and
slowly squeezes the juice out of the organic Pinot Noir grapes Andy
Sponseller just brought back from Redwood Oregon.

The Rattlesnake Winery is the brainchild of two forward thinking
minds, Connie Poten and Andy Sponseller. Connie originally bought
the land in 1991 to save it from “a hundred houses”. Five years
later, she met Andy while working on a local political campaign. “We
just wanted to do something different, a job working the land and I
have always enjoyed good wine.” Sponseller explains. The property
has good sunlight and air drainage so we said why not.” Plantings of
organic root wine stock began in 1998, but first they had to prepare
the vineyard by hurling thousands of rocks left by Glacial Lake
Missoula into an old pickup truck. There were so many rocks, that
they built a stonewall that now lines the eastern border of the
property.
“Welcome to the Left Bank of the Rattlesnake.” Connie announces
graciously as we approach the table a little awkward, searching for
our places. On the table before us is Chef Gray’s mushroom tart, a
mixture of five mushrooms grown by Garden City Fungi that rest on a
layer of goat cheese, supported by a puffed pastry. The mushrooms
literally melt in your mouth and the cheese has a sharp herbal bite
that balances the wild earthy flavors of the fungi The wine is
Rattlesnake Winery’s Blind Curve, a Sauvignon Blanc that is very
deep in flavor and color, more like a German wine than what you
would might expect from the more common grassy style of California..
“Hey this is good wine,” Says Sponseller, who can be a little
fastidious. “This hasn’t been my favorite you know, but with time,
it’s coming together nicely.”
Andy
whose motto is, “You can make a bad wine from good grapes but you
can’t make a good wine from mediocre grapes,” was not always as wine
savvy as he is now. He was a welder and had to learn the craft of
growing grapes and making wine. He took courses from U.C. Davis’
oenological department and the University of Montana. Later he
visited several wineries in California and Minnesota. Minnesota has
a thriving vineyards and wineries industry, thanks in part to the
University of Minnesota focus on developing grapes that thrive in
northern climates such as, Frontenac and La Crescent. These grapes
can handle the long cold winters of the upper Midwest but retain
many of the qualities found in the Noble Grapes such as Pinot Noir
or Cabernet Sauvignon. Sponseller and Poten may well be the first to
grow such grapes in Montana. “The land will tell you what it will
grow and what it won’t, a good example of that is the Leon Millot.
It was producing fantastic grapes and then we found out it was
susceptible to crown gall so we had to take it out.” Sponseller
explains.
Chef
Gray is hiding in the kitchen plating the herb-crusted rack of lamb
with a provençal style tomato-olive compote as the conversation
bubbles dangerously close to politics, the wine loosening our
inhibitions. All eyes turn to the Chef as he arrives with the lamb
steaming from the plates. This course is served with a generous
glass full of the big flavored Flathead Cherry Dry that Connie pours
into my glass with abandon. The Lambert cherries used in the wine,
come from an organic orchard on Flathead lakes Finely Point. The
wine is not at all what you would expect from a fruit wine, which
can be overly sweet, tasting a little like a child’s cold medicine.
This wine’s bright fruit flavor is even throughout and ends with a
black pepper finish and similar in style to a Barolo. We bought the
racks from Ray Johnson who raises lamb out on Spurgin Road. I had
feared that the lamb would be gamy being raised on grass, but
instead found it to be velvety tender tasting of roasted garlic, its
rich ruby red juices mixing with the firm polenta and slightly
acidic compote.
It’s fully dark outside, a few of this year’s remaining crickets
play summer’s fading sonata. Lucy, one of the wineries two dogs,
Connie Poten refers to as the “Deer Chasers”, lets out a deep
pleasing groan that seems in tuned with the mood of the table. We
sit back, heavy in our chairs and swirl the vibrant red wine around
our glasses, inhaling the complex deep cheery aromas. “Did you know
this wine is in a store in Havre?” Andy asks. His face becoming one
big smile as he stares lovingly at his glass. “Havre Montana! Isn’t
that fantastic?” This facet of the business clearly thrills the
couple as they wax on about their many road trips through the
hinterlands of Montana. “I just love what we do here, making wine
that people will enjoy around a table like this with good people and
good food, I just love it.” Connie says.
Chef
Gray has created this meal in the style of Provence which means we
will have the salad course after the entrée. In theory, the light
salad will give us a boost and cleanse the palate for the dessert.
We used Missoula’s own Clark Fork Organics Mixed Field Greens as the
bases for the salad. Gray added some black truffle goat cheese from
Belgrade Montana’s Amaltheia Dairy and a few slices of crispy sweet
pears to offset the nice bitterness of the different lettuces,
mustard greens and beat greens. The wine for this course is a
delicate apple wine called Temptation. Its subtle apple flavor
doesn’t overpower our taste buds making it the perfect intermezzo
before dessert.
The salad course seems to have done its job; our conversation is
spirited and splinters into small fractions with many guest talking
across the table about books, writing, local politics, the Griz
football program, and, of course, wine. I have just misinformed
Connie on a short story I thought was written by Flannery O’ Conner,
but was actually written by Richard Ford. She is smitten with the
possibilities and then equally crushed by my folly. Andy is telling
my
wife just how rare it is to have a fully organic winery. “You know,
only a few people do this, probably a dozen or so wineries across
the country do what we do. It’s hard. You’re just relying on mother
nature because we do not use sulfites in our wine or chemicals in
the vineyard. You’re at nature’s mercy.” That could not be more true
than in this season as Sponseller is sweating the looming frost.
They need more sun to fully ripen their grapes and are hoping to
make it to mid-October before they start picking. “Things are a
little tense around here right now,” explains Sponseller, “but we’re
are hopeful. Things have a way of working out.”
The
dessert course is here and it dazzles the eyes. Chef Gray has poured
a little creamy anglaise sauce on the what he calls Gateau de Pommes
a la Parisienne, a very light and moist tart infused with fresh
Duchess of Oldenburg Apples from Home Acres Orchard located in the
Bitterroot Valley. Connie arrives from the cellar with a surprise,
two bottles of Fat Cat Wine - these are the last two bottles in the
winery’s stock. Fat Cat is made from Saint Pepin grapes, that are
grown right here in the vineyard. The wine is steely in its dryness
much like a French White Burgundy or a Sancerre. The lemon like
finish of the wine could not go better with the tart apples of the
dessert. Everyone raves and a toast goes up to our gracious host,
the hard working Missoula food purveyors and the humble chef, for a
job well done.
As
we pile into our cars, a little heavier and little happier, I notice
Andy Sponseller looking out toward the vineyard, taking a deep
breath of the unseasonably warm night air. “It’s nice out.” I say.
“Yeah,” he agrees, “I hope it stays that way.” |