More from Winemaker
Keith Saarloos of Saarloos and Sons
The Sense of Place
Our wines are 100% estate grown. They tell the story of our land, the year, the weather, and the hands that shaped them. Every vintage is a record of what actually happened—how much rain fell, when the wind arrived, how long the afternoons stretched, and how cool nights slowed everything down just enough. These wines are not engineered. They are responded to. The French have a word for this: terroir—the idea that wine should taste like where it comes from. Not just soil, but slope, light, air, climate, and the people walking the vines day after day.
Estate Cabernet- The Racehorse
Why the Racehorse This Cabernet grows in our warmer Los Olivos estate vineyards, shaped by long sun-filled days and cooled by coastal evenings. The extended season builds energy that’s focused, not frantic. Like a racehorse, this wine carries strength in motion. Muscled. Alert. Precise. Every stride purposeful. Nothing wasted. It doesn’t carry the load. It moves it.
Tasting Notes
Black cherry and cassis lead, followed by red currant and subtle dried herbs. As the wine opens, layers of cedar, cocoa, and soft tobacco leaf emerge, adding depth without slowing momentum.
The tannins are firm yet finely grained, providing grip while staying composed. Acidity lifts the wine through a long, clean finish that feels confident and controlled—strength guided by timing. This wine moves across the palate the way a great horse moves across ground: powerful, balanced, aware.
Pairing Notes
Ideal alongside grilled or roasted beef, lamb, and classic preparations done well. This is a wine that rewards precision and restraint—food that’s respected, not overworked.
Why These Wines Matter
These wines are rare because they are limited by reality—by place, by season, by weather, and by human hands. We only make what the vineyard gives us. No corrections. No exaggeration. What you’re holding isn’t just a bottle. It’s a season, a hillside, and a family’s work—captured once, then gone forever.

