I had planned to hop the 9:57 at the Sturges Road Station this Saturday morning and ride the rails all the way to Britomart. I have long been absent from that hub in Auckland due to the 'sickness' that presently pervades our planet. Since we have recently dropped to Covid level one here, I thought today I'd make up for that neglect today. Unfortunately, when I arrived at said platform, a sign informed me that our Western Line trains would be taking the weekend off, due to needful track improvement operations. Hmmm. An alternate plan was needed.
I headed for the nearest bus stop and soon boarded the 120 on its return trip from the Constellation terminal on the north shore. I used the five minutes or so that were required to deliver me to the Henderson terminal to come up with my plan b.
About 10 minutes later, bus 14w arrived from New Lynn, on its way to Westgate, and I got on. I got off at Pak'nSave on Lincoln Road, picked up up a few grocery items there, and then proceeded to put plan 'b' into operation.
I intended to cross Universal Drive, which runs perpendicular to Lincoln Road, and explore the businesses located between it and the on-ramps to the motorway. The only business in that area that I am familiar with is a KFC restaurant where we have sometimes bought dinner after spending the afternoon at Muriwai Beach. Maybe I would discover an interesting shop that I could feature in a future blog post, I reasoned.
The west-side of the Lincoln Road businesses were a bust. Nothing of much interest, although I did take note that one restaurant I passed was advertising their lunch special of Pad Thai, one of Allie's favorites. Eventually, I ran out of businesses to look at. I therefore crossed Lincoln and began returning toward Universal while inspecting the east-side establishments. Maybe one of these would prove to be more worthwhile.
Then, I saw it. A small sign advertising fine, old wines, which pointed down a long driveway. Bingo! I turned in and started down the slight incline toward the unknown vintages somewhere ahead.
I have since then, learned about Mazuran's wines.
Mazuran Winery started back in 1938 and at that time, I'm guessing that Lincoln Road was just a two-lane running through the vineyards and orchards which blanketed the Henderson area. When I arrived at their retail wine shop (cellar) at the end of the driveway, I found it surrounded by city. They have one very small field left next to the winery, but it was not currently in use.
Here are the photos I took and a little information.
I like this store. I'm glad I found it. I like what I think is their homemade shelving. When I went to pay, the guy took out an old-fashioned credit card machine that works by hand to transfer the card information onto a paper form. No pay-wave here. I decided to pay cash.
And here they are. Quietly sitting at the end of a driveway off Lincoln Road surrounded by urban sprawl. Quietly producing some of the best of their particular product.
What an absolute treasure that you found! The wine looks fabulous and I love that they spend the time with you for your questions. Many big wineries would not provide that type of service. I cannot believe that picture of the bee. You were telling us about but the picture really does it justice. What a rare picture to have and your camera is amazing. McKenzie
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ReplyDeleteThis post just goes to prove that 'Plan B' sometimes is the better adventure! I'm hoping this marvelous little winery stays in business and that the one little field next to it is not the only source of fermentatious ingredients for their fine ports & sherries.
ReplyDeleteI've tried Harvey's Bristol Cream a couple times but I'll take your word that Mazuran's Sherry is far superior.
Thanks for the virtual taste of the GOOD STUFF!
Oh! and one more thing! I just noticed the lovely floral arrangement behind your Mazuran purchases displayed on your dining table - could these be some of Jeanne's lovely sage blossoms featured in your cover photo? (but without the bee. LOL)
ReplyDeleteYes indeed.
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