At first I even drive right past the small, unassuming gate at the entrance. After doubling back, and heading up the tree-lined driveway I find myself with Forrester in the courtyard of the tasting room. He laughs when I tell him about my mistake: “I built that gate and I kept it small to keep out the big busses. I want people to come and immerse themselves in the experience here.”
The tinkling of a water feature keeps time with the dappled sunlight playing over bright and colourful textiles and furnishings. It’s a happy, comfortable space, with views of both his famed chenin vineyards and the Helderberg Mountain off in the distance. Ken Forrester slots into this landscape like the embodiment of chenin blanc he is. Mr Chenin, as he’s widely known, is as dynamic and prolific as the grape he champions.
To see the rest of the Ken Forrester Wines write-up by WOSA, click HERE.