Why RedHeads is a cut above

Diehard RedHeads Studio fans, yes thousands of them, know that nothing we do here is ordinary, as can be seen in our cutting edge wines which are made by a group of superhuman, some might say godly, winemakers who painstakingly pore over every last detail.

Take Monday for example, when four of the five studio members graced our Chalk Hill Road HQ with their divine presence.

Steve spent the morning practising his near-perfect sarcasm, then turned to more serious matters in the afternoon as he admired pictures of himself surfing - photos that he‘s modestly saved onto his desktop. Andrew picked the site’s cucumbers, Nat popped in for a coffee en route to collecting his sister from the airport and Adam... well, Adam meticulously planned his route into the town centre to collect his schnitzel for lunch.

Wow. No wonder our wines are so damn good.

Wine concentration of the highest order was needed Monday evening as Steve poured the end of day wine saying that if it was correctly identified, he'd personally fork out for a ticket to the Australian Open in Melbourne. Sounds generous, but then it was a barrel-fermented 50/50 Viognier/Riesling from 2007 so no wonder he was looking bloody confident.

Our cellar door, which these days must be going head-to-head with the Sydney Opera House in terms of tourist traffic, is coming close to having all the essential items required for a successful cellar door business. The Galaga has been installed. Phew. And now the plans for the taxidermy hog’s head (to sit above the bar) are well underway. The pig whose head we will immortalise is ridden with VD – just the kind of over-the-bar conversation topic (a bit like Adam’s unhealthy obsession with Houdini and handcuffs), we think our very lucky visitors will love listening to as they sup on a glass of wine and munch on a slice of Steve’s salami.

 The cellar door is in fact still recovering from the assault of the Wine People (http://www.winepeople.com.au/) Christmas party on Friday night where wine, beer, G&Ts, pizza, cheese and guacamole were consumed in Olympic-sized proportions. Speaking of which, there was even an attempt at gymnastics fame for one tanked-up Sydney office employee as he cart-wheeled his way across the cellar door’s lawn. A score of 5.5, if you’re asking. Incriminating pics to follow soon...