Wine aficionados, take note. While you swirl the gleaming fluid inside the glass you grasp so elegantly, pause for a moment between the smelling and sipping and nibbling on cheese to appreciate the work it took to produce that fleeting pleasure. At least, that’s what Jon Treloar does.
Every glass, for Treloar, contains the trials of the nectar--- the spring frosts that nip at the buds on his vines, the menacing hornets, the wild turkeys who peck at the grapes. It seems every fluctuation of nature in Michigan presents a risk of destroying the wines of Treloar’s J. Trees Cellars, but he goes on despite it all. The former student of botany credits his dedication to the vineyard in Petersburg, Michigan to the one aspect of the wine-making business science and dollars can’t measure --- his unbridled, outright geeky enthusiasm for plants.