Behind the scenes with Adam Barton…

Published by Mark Pollard - 28th Jul 2016

As an outsider to the state, I ask you to forgive my naïveté, but rolling hills glistening with damp cosseted by towering grey clouds wasn’t the image I had associated with South Australia until this weekend. But that was exactly the vision I was greeted within the Clare Valley.

With its reputation as one of the country’s premium wine regions producing spicy and complex Shiraz and, more importantly, pure, cellar-worthy Riesling known the world over, the Clare Valley is a must-see destination for many a wine lover.

With that being said, when Adam Barton, captain of the good ship Rabbit & Spaghetti, welcomed the Naked crew to his family’s paddocks, his intentions were to share more than just wine. With us he sought to share what makes him tick by illustrating a ‘sense of place’ beyond the immaculate, sun-bathed vineyard shots with which we are familiar.

What struck me by the end of the afternoon was not only that Adam was giving us a behind the scenes insight into his region but he was giving us a glimpse into ‘home’ and ‘family’ thereby creating a clear ‘sense of people’ as well; a sense of the people who make it all happen.

Home-cooked rabbit and spaghetti, beef cassoulet and minestrone soup. Enough wine to spill into the Murray River. Friends new and old. Family stretching three generations. Conversation and laughter the only sound for miles. Sipping wine beside a crackling open fire standing so close for warmth that the smoke soaks every inch of fabric. Memories are made over a bottle of wine and these are the stories, the moments we remember. This is Australian wine at its very best.

Thanks to Adam and his family, Team Naked was privy to the heart that beats within Australia’s wine regions. The wine we all love to drink – in the case of this particular afternoon: plush Shiraz, pristine Riesling and juicy Spanish-inspired red blends – is the outcome of this beating heart and it’s the people and their stories that are its lifeblood.

The afternoon was a far cry from long, graveled driveways bordered by carefully chosen flowerbeds and that’s what made it so special. It was unique. It was personal. It was Naked.