Every autumn, just about now, when the deep purple syrah grapes of Eastern Washington burst with telltale blackberry, leather and Asian spice notes, and when bright-green sauvignon blancs make growers' cheeks pucker at hints of gooseberry, grass and lime, Woodinville's winemakers put out the call: It's crush time.
The term means what it suggests.
By Tyrone Beason | October 5, 2006