Little Winery. Big Hart.

You can just pull off California's U.S. Route 101 most anywhere along the Central Coast mountains and instantly feel ― in your head and in your heart ― the purity of nature. The vineyards for White Hart Wines are between Los Padres National Forest and Pinnacles National Park.

There always seems to be both comfort and mystery here. It is an odd combination, but when you feel it you know you’re there. The 'golden' hills nearly hypnotize you. The birds sing a little prettier, or swoop with more vengeance. People listen before talking. Here, what you see is what you get.

Yes, the years have rung in changes. Odd little subdivisions and strip malls in places like Greenfield and Orcutt. The Michael Jackson chronicles, etc.. Changes that excite us over here? Better care for the land and better wines.


 It is hard to explain it, but we just love this crazy business. Making a good wine and sharing its beauty is like the thrill of catching a glimpse of the rare white hart deer. We guess the two things we can offer, that make White Hart a little different, are experience and personal relationships. Hopefully, the difference shows in our wine.