Foxy Roxy Wines


Judye and I spent a lovely weekend at the last place I expected to fall in love with during our Summer of Camping Overload: Potholes State Park. The place is in the friggin’ desert and it really doesn’t change all that much until you get past the Saddle Mountains, about 25 miles south. But, on Saturday afternoon of our stay, we took a road trip to see the area and came across an outfit down on Route 26 called Foxy Roxy Winery. I knew absolutely nothing about the place but it happens to be sitting in the middle of what appears to be about 100 acres of vineyards and we got curious. Could this be an estate winery? Here? Not actually at the end of the earth but a place from which you can definitely see it?

The Pour article about Foxy Roxy wines

Well, yeah. This blend of Cab, Merlot, and Cab Franc is, quite simply, the most appealing take I’ve tried in years on that tired old Bordeaux Blend thing that this state has wallowed in for far too long, to the point at which, when I was running VinElla in Woodinville, I asked my distributors’ reps to stop bringing me anything that was another repetition of that evil troika. How freakin’ many times can you taste the same recipe and not get sick of it? And how can anybody, given the literal thousands of blends like this, do anything significantly different? Apparently, the folks at Foxy figured it out. I don’t know if this is a result of the terroir of their 120 acres of actual vineyard land, there in that arid, stony, volcanic landscape, or if it’s something to do with their lavish use of Hungarian oak, a practice that has become sorta rare since Mark Colvin closed the doors on that fine Walla Walla winery, (I suspect the latter, frankly) but whatever produced this wine, the result is little short of magic. This shows off an almost-hedonistic gusher of black and red berries, stone, leather, cafe au lait, and a strong suggestion of pipe tobacco on the finish. It’s silken and balanced and ridiculously easy to drink. As always, in evaluating a wine that has me pop-eyed, I poured it for non-wine-geeky folks – in this case, my step-daughter and her husband – and watched them go similarly starry-eyed. They and Judye are now plotting a case purchase. 90 Points
We tried the other FR wines at their tasting room and liked several, most notably their Syrah and a very un-Reisling-like Reisling that I took home a bottle of. It may not have been varietally true to any known Reisling, but it was a tasty wine that you could serve with your fish dinner and enjoy immensely.
I’ve looked around a fair amount this weekend, trying to see if Foxy Roxy is locally available in King Co., but haven’t yet located a vendor and the winery’s phone tosses me to their fax machine. I’m planning to call Monday and see if anybody here is carrying the wines and if I find anything, I’ll pass it along. In the meantime, if your travels take you down Washington Route 26, just west of Othello, take a moment to drop in and taste one of the lowest-profile wineries I know in Washington – a condition which, if they keep making wines like Vixen, won’t last long. You can read the full article here.