Helfrich Riesling 750 ML

This well-structured Riesling displays nice aromas of citrus fruits (orange and mandarin) that carries through to the palate. The wine has a true sense of gravitas with a full mouthfeel and long aftertaste that lingers with hints of clean, crisp minerals.

Producer Information
The Helfrich Family has been running rivers throughout the Northwest since 1922. Starting with Prince Helfrich and passed down through four generations, the high level of quality and attention to detail for each trip has become a Helfrich standard. Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.— Norman Maclean, (1902 — 1990) American author and scholar VIDA — Last August, when Kelsey Helfrich married a fellow river guide at Eagle Rock Lodge, the scene was more than a wedding. Based on the wishes of the 28-year-old bride, it was a tribute to the tumbling, twisting thread of water that has drawn together a family that Kelsey and her cousins are now the fifth generations to dip its oars in the McKenzie, which drains a forested watershed rising to the 10,358-foot South Sister. It was a tribute to the wooden drift boat, which has been a Helfrich hallmark since Prince and boat designer/builder Veltie the “Preacher” Pruitt — a Eugene Bible School grad — became the first to run a handful of rugged Northwest rivers, including, in 1931, the upper Rogue. But, mostly, it was a tribute to a family — her family — on the cusp of celebrating its 100th anniversary of living, working, and playing on the McKenzie. The lead boat in her whitewater processional belonged to her great-grandfather, Prince Helfrich, who, at 25, guided President Herbert Hoover down the river in 1932. For this two-mile float to the altar, the boat was adeptly rowed by Prince’s now-81-year-old son, Dave, “by far the best boatman I know,” Kelsey says of her grandfather. Make no mistake; as attested by the wedding reception electric guitars that wailed on that summer night, this wasn’t 1914 anymore, the year Ben Helfrich settled his family along the river. But it was a reminder that if the riffles of time inevitably carve changes as they tumble forward, the deeper things endure.