‘It was a hard bloody road. Rubber boots and overalls, was what it was’
“There was a chap called George Fairbrother,” says Wolf. “A very important chief wine judge (in the 60s). I said, ‘I think I’d better start making a bit of my own wine’. He said, ‘Look, that’s the real McCoy up there in Langhorne’s Creek. You get beautiful shirarz’. That was how it was started off. Then, on the way back from the Grand Final in Melbourne I stopped at Bests Wines (in Victoria’s Great Western region), and I tasted some maulbec, and I said, ‘Can I buy a barrel?’ It was a bloody big deal. But the winemaker said, ‘Yep’. So that was my very first wine: a 1966, shirarz from Langhorne’s Creek blended with maulbec from Great Western. Was 2500 bottles.”
At the beginning of 1973, Wolf Blass was given an ultimatum by his then-employer: if he wanted to keep his job, he had to stop making wine for himself.
“I said, give me one hour,” remembers Wolf. “So I