Wine Trails

15/10/2026

Tomorrow I will be setting off on an epic New Zealand w**e adventure! I will be visiting over 300+ cellar doors, sharing with w**eries and travelers how W**e Trails can teach and guide you through each of these special regions. I will be leaving Wānaka tomorrow and headed to our first w**e region, Waitaki. This trip will take roughly 1.5 months, and will be full of w**e and beauty! Let’s go!
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06/10/2026

Perfect way to end the night with Deb | NZ Port Producer. This is my first ever rosé port made from Pinot Noir grapes. It tastes like a lush field of strawberries and cream.
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01/10/2026

We’re live on Apple CarPlay and Android Auto! Download W**e Trails, choose a region, plug in and learn. Stories of the region and the w**es trigger automatically as you make your way to each stop, making you a pro w**e taster before you reach the cellar door. **etrails **etastingapp **estories **elearning

25/09/2026

Mt Rosa started life as part of a high-country sheep station. Its first cellar door opened in the station’s old woolshed in 2007, and the new one followed in 2021, right on the Gibbston Back Road. Come for the Pinot Noir, stay for the famous mulled w**e.

Download W**e Trails and hear the Mt Rosa story play as you drive in, part of our self-guided audio tour of Gibbston Valley.

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22/09/2026

Cross the old Clyde bridge and the story starts itself. Clyde Village Vineyard, gold-rush stone streets, the Clutha running turquoise underneath you. No bus, no guide, nothing to tap. W**e Trails plays the right w**ery the moment you reach it. Central Otago, at your own pace.

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18/08/2026

Every sip has a story.

Your phone becomes your w**e guide. Pick a region, we build the trail, and the stories play automatically as you drive.

45 w**e regions across New Zealand, Australia, the USA, South Africa and France.

Your first tour is on us, Waitaki Valley is completely free.

Download free, link in bio.

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05/08/2026

03/08/2026

Fifteen minutes from Queenstown sits a valley growing some of the best Pinot Noir on earth. The hard part of a Gibbston w**e day was never the w**e, it was the planning. Which cellar doors, what order, how to get between them. W**e Trails does all of it. Open the app, pick Gibbston, and it builds your route, maps every stop, and starts telling you the story behind each vineyard as you drive. No group, no schedule, no guesswork. Just you, the Valley of Vines, and a day that plans itself. Download W**e Trails and go.

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07/07/2026

Long before the first vine, this gorge was a highway for the most treasured stone in the Māori world.
Gibbston sits in the rohe of Ngāi Tahu — Kāi Tahu in the southern reo. The river that carved these schist walls, the Kawarau, takes its name from a channel between rocks. For centuries it was the main inland route between the Clutha (Mata-Au) and Lake Wakatipu, and part of the ancient trail network that carried pounamu, greenstone, between the West Coast and the settlements of the east.

At the heart of it was Whatatorere: a natural rock bridge where the Kawarau narrowed to barely more than a metre, the only place the rivers could be leapt without a boat. Māori crossed here for generations on the way to the West Coast greenstone. In the 1860s, gold miners used the very same crossing. And when the first European came through in 1853, he only made it because two Kāi Tahu chiefs, Reko and Kaikōura, guided him and floated him home on a mōkihi, a raft of bundled flax.

Pounamu. Then gold. And since the 1980s, a third treasure grown on these same slopes: Central Otago Pinot Noir.
The same schist that made this the one place to cross is the cold-climate rock that now gives the w**e its acidity and lift. One valley. One river. Three treasures.
Every sip has a story. This one began long before the vines.
With respect to Ngāi Tahu, the mana whenua of this land.

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03/07/2026

Everyone knows Napa. Almost nobody can place Temecula.

An hour inland from San Diego, the sprawl runs out and the ground turns to decomposed granite. The valley swings close to forty degrees between afternoon heat and dawn — and that swing is the entire reason Rhône and Spanish grapes ripen here when they’ve got no business growing this far south. Syrah. Grenache. Tempranillo.

The hot air balloons go up at first light, while the fog still pools in the low ground. Most people never make the drive. The valley keeps its story for the ones who do.

Every sip has a story. Temecula’s is written in the dirt.

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