I FIRST visited Martinborough in about 1986.
I did not at that time realise that Larry McKenna, then working for Martinborough vineyard, was about to unleash his 1986 pinot noir upon an unsuspecting world. It was Larry's skill and Martinborough's peculiar terroir that would result in a wine that would prove, once and for all, that New Zealand was not just about sauvignon blanc.
But the thing about Martinborough at that time is that it was, not to put too fine a point on it, a no account little town with little to offer visitors. If the winemakers of this region began the astounding transformation of the town, then it was artisans with other skills who would complete it. My second visit to the town was in 1998. By then the revolution was more than simply under way. My wife, Jackie, and I came here just prior to moving to the UK for six years, with an aim to "sussing out" the region as by this time I was involved in the wine industry myself - selling the stuff. And what we found was a story of change that is typical of New World wine scenarios.
I can tell you that the primary reason I love the wine industry so much is precisely represented by what happened to Martinborough in those 12 between visits years. Gone was the "dead end" town that no Wellingtonian would be caught dead in. Gone was the ruggedly austere Martinborough Hotel, replaced by the chic boutique institution that we know so well today.
There were catering companies, wedding venues, a whole raft of new wineries and cellar doors, a thriving annual wine and food festival and cafes and restaurants. Allied to this new growth were the sundry businesses that had also entered the town in those years - clothes shops, salons and speciality stores of various kinds. Locally, Wharekauhau Country Estate was about to be constructed.