Sperling Vineyards carries with it an impressive legacy tracking back nearly a century involving the very foundation of Okanagan culture, making me even more depressed when we drove by it unaware of its existence. I mean it wasn't invisible--no functioning cloaking device or hypnosis from The Shadow convinced me of its absence. We just weren't looking.
We glanced by and thought, hey, we just passed a winery; we should check that out when we come back. Our destination had been Tantalus, followed by Summerhill and Steve (long story), two of which were good wineries. On our way back, we made a point to stop at Sperling and were glad to do so.
This is a classic winery with a family heritage offering a broad selection of wine hoping at least one will connect with buyers. The bottles carry a distinct design without being extravagant. And I did purchase one, which is all they really need to ask for. Success, as many wineries can't even convince me to purchase one (the majority still do--last year, I visited 60 wineries and brought back 120 bottles). Of course, me being unusual, it had to be the 2015 Riesling Late Harvest. Outside of that pleasant purchase was an enjoyable experience at the winery.
Of all the locations visited in Southern Kelowna, Sperling had by far the most enjoyable hosts. I can't even remember the gender of the host at Cedar Creek--my girlfriend has to keep reminding me I even went there (odd considering I purchased a bottle, so obviously they did something right)--but the one memory I took from Sperling was the engagement with the hosts. Of course, this was March, and since there were no other customers present, we had their utmost attention. But even if we weren't the only ones, I still have confidence the experience would have still been pleasant. The hosts were just that good, so much so that I felt guilty about not buying more. I had no idea if they were related to the founding family or part-timers balancing this from their secondary income assumingly also in the service industry. Natural salesmanship is not a skill one is bestowed with naturally--it's a talent, and that's coming from a 25-year veteran in retail.
The Sperling winery is not the largest of the Southern wineries visited, but I certainly admired the décor, populated by bottles first, novelties second. However, this is accentuated by the presence of the Pioneer market occupying the same building. That's where the confusion came from when we passed and realized a winery was there. The sign for the market is huge and dominating, so it would be understandable for one to pass the winery without notice. So, this is me telling you to slow down. I know you must drive on this road if you want to reach the other wineries, but you'll miss one of the better ones. read more