More About Frick
Bill Frick and Judith Gannon started FRICK Winery in 1976 with proceeds from the sale of their 1957 Chevy. They worked together during crush. Operating manual presses, hand stacking barrels and finishing their hand made wines.
Judith Gannon's death changed things. It was a hard transition. Bill stuck with it alone and continues to individually craft, single handedly, every wine. Traditional time honored methods of wine making are always employed; hand harvesting, punching the cap by hand during fermentation, soft pressing, no fining or filtering and long aging in small oak barrels.
All Frick wines are grown in one place. A highland corner of Sonoma County's Dry Creek Valley. Here grapes mature to a balanced delicious perfection.
In the quiet vineyards you can view beautiful rolling vineyards and the valley below. Hawks, vultures, ducks and herons often soar overhead. The winery is hidden away on a country road where nature is abundant.
Frick Estate Vineyards have a natural balance with nature. A mere, special 7.77 acres of hillside. These vineyards are where delicious grapes ripen to perfection. Birds nest in the vines, lady bugs, butterflies and wildflowers abound. Most days you will find Bill Frick out in the vineyard attending to vines in these vineyards that are his back yard.
My Personal Story, by Bill Frick
On summer vacation in 1954 my parents stopped at Italian Swiss Colony Winery in Asti, California just up the road a few miles from here. We took the tour.
This was my first time at a winery. In the summer sun, green grapevines danced in a soft breeze. Inside the cool winery, large hoses were neatly coiled on wet concrete floors next to gigantic redwood vats. When no one was looking I stuck my head in the open manhole of a vat and breathed in the exotic wine aromas. I was smitten. The wine bug bit me there and then. I had just turned 8.
From that visit I was enchanted and wanted to make wine and grow grapes.
The dream came true in 1976 when my late wife Judith Gannon and I obtained the licenses and gathered equipment needed to make wine commercially. We crushed and made the first wines at our new winery, a tiny quaint corrugated metal shed.
We had sold the 1957 Chevy and emptied our savings account. We were broke but happy. We had our own little winery and it was heaven to us.