Founder & owner
Eli's grandson, raised on the first forty acres. Alex farms as his grandfather did — every field walked weekly — while signing export deals his grandfather never dreamed of.
Each wheat lot passes his own grading table, and he still opens the harvest from the combine seat. “Instruments measure,” he says. “Humans decide.”
Winery Master
Jonathan arrived for a single vintage in 1998 and stayed. He keeps the hillside vines, runs the press house and blends the estate wines that sail beside our oil.
His standard never moves: nothing leaves the press house he would not pour at home. Buyers trust his palate above any paperwork.
Farmer
Ann commands the vegetable acres and orchard — forty crops a year, mapped on a wall chart broad as a barn door. Chefs along our round shape menus around her notes.
She walks with the pickers at sunrise and hosts the Friday tasting table. Anything remarkable in your crate was Ann's doing.
Mechanic
Each farm has one person the whole harvest leans on. Ours is Alen. Combines, drills, sorters, trucks — he hears the fault before anyone else catches the cough.
His winter overhaul schedule explains a proud record: twenty years without losing a harvest day to breakdowns.
Seasonal places open each February — or meet the crew on a Friday walk.