Tucked into the leafy Madrona neighborhood, Henri and Soni Schock’s craftsman house turned wine bar and shop is the coziest spot in town for sipping wine. In clement weather, the patio at Bottlehouse, with its fig trees, flowering vines, strings of white lights (and, thankfully, heat lamps) is dreamy; in cool weather the softly lit interior hums with conversation. It’s also a big draw for wine geeks given the quirky list: The lesser-known the winery, the more apt Henri is to be interested. Here, you might order a two-ounce tasting portion of Buty’s mix of semillon, sauvignon and muscadelle, the prettiest local white we know, or the Botani dry moscatel from Malaga, and then go into deep, funky red territory with a glass of Kiona Lemberger from Red Mountain, or a dry Douro red; ask, and the staff is well prepared to give you details about each winery’s terroir and philosophy. Here, tasting and talking and generally nerding out about wine is not only okay, it’s encouraged.
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