The path one takes to find inspiration, creativity outlooks, liquid nirvanas and reason to BE are pretty fascinating, if not down right quxotic revolutionary.
Would you ever want to distill a wet mash of pears or apples if you already were surfing so far ahead of the curve in your State and your field of expertise, fruit wines?
Enter Bob Bartlett and his wondrous world of magic in the zona of Scoodic Peninsula township Gouldsboro.
I first remember Bob for scoring well decades a go as he probed the cpapcities to make both dry and sweet blueberry wines. I was even flabbergasted to taste an older blueberry wine with 10 plus years kicking the ass of a revered Bordeaux in a blind tasting. If this happened in Europe with Steve spurrier he would have had his own appellation status in Maine and been heralded as a king. I was struck by this.
And the hits just keep on coming.
I recently visited him during my Big Night performance with the awe striking team of Ristorante Cleonice in Ellsworth; he now has a remarkably beautiful and talendted still called Lola that is producing eua du vies of apple, pear, peach, and soon to follow rum, gin, ginger infusions and Lord knows what else. his friends were even punching the notion of distilled donuts!