SAARLOOS AND SONS

SAARLOOS AND SONS www.saarloosandsons.com
2971 Grand Ave. Los Olivos, CA (805) 688-1200
Family + Farming + Vineyards + Wime Which took 20 minutes. Literally. Trees grow slow. Rad.
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Date: February 13, 2013
Time: 10:25am

Question: What's that whole 250 year plan you keep talking about? Below: The transcribed & edited response from Keith Saarloos. Everyone views time differently: some think in the present tense, some think of memories past, and some look to the future. Every day is a constant reminder that we are in this for our family. We are in a unique position. Thinking in

longevity terms, you can remember as a kid thinking how old your parents are. But then when you turn 35, you don’t think its that old. We are not just third generation. We are just the third generation of fifty that are to come. Wine is the only generational aspect similar to a family. You cannot learn about every piece of property in thirty years. You can learn about farming, but not your own land in that amount of time. The only way you can learn about your property is if you can actually slow yourself down or speed time up... That‘s really the only way you can see the transitions over time. We are obviously aware during the day; you see the changes throughout: the sun goes up, it warms up, the sun goes down. There is no difference from a year and a day. A year is just a series of days that make a heat graph. There’s three things that are really important in wine making: location, farming, and harvesting (and then not screwing it up). If you are able to get an honest bottle of wine, meaning no other blends and farmed properly, then that wine is telling a story of that farming and wine making process. The whole goal was to create a business or “plant trees” that we will not sit under the shade of. Our goal is not to buy land and have some stranger farm it for us. Our goal is not to have a tasting room filled with wine that wasn’t grown from our land. Our goal is not to put our grandfather on a bottle and then abandon him on a Costco shelf. We have soul. We have heart. We are attaching ourselves to the earth for the next 250 years.

“My grandfather,” Keith Saarloos says, “would love to be doing what I do. I feel very happy that our Honor + Prepare mentality that we have sort of established as a family is who we are.” We think about both past, present, and future constantly. We think about honoring those who have come before us, and preparing for those yet to come. We do that in our farming; everything we do in the vineyard each day has impact and ramification on wines that will be released in five years. That’s amazing. The wines we are sharing today in our tasting room are expressions of who we were three to five years ago.The wine we have in barrel is the little plus symbol (+) where it's not really past, but it is the past, and it's not really the future, but it is the future. It's a gestation period. Does that make sense? The whole goal of “Honoring + Preparing” is to fill up the cups and pay homage to the people who have gotten you to where you are today. And because you are in the place you are today, you have to prepare for those who are coming behind you. Not only are we planning this for our business, it's a natural occurrence within our family. We have this business and believe in this way of life because we want something special. We’re tough on each other because we see the best in one another. The whole point of this is to keep it going. If we view this as our 015 year of farming, we have 235 years of things to do. Every decision we make is based upon someone 250 years into the future knowing what we’re doing. Looking at our wines in depth, taking farming notes, recording videos, snapping pictures... We aren’t doing that for the now. We’re doing that so we have that. It is great to think that someone 200 years from now will have our records. In a farmer’s mentality, someone 200 years from now will be so grateful for climate videos and farming techniques and location suggestions. Everything we’re doing is establishing a rule book, a bench mark, on a way to live. A family focused attention to something nobody is making more of: ground. If our family stays tight and together, the generations to come will follow suit. We can’t think of anything more generational in nature than farming and making wine. We use these wines as time capsules for generations way into the future to understand the importance of our family members. For example, our first wine was named after uncle John, Gilbert’s brother, who died 12 days after the invasion of Normandy in a town called Cherbourg. His goal was to save the world, and he died. He stayed as Gilbert’s hero forever. We don’t want to forget that hero: he’s a brother, a son, an uncle, an individual, part of us. Our family will always know his name. We have a unique opportunity to start a tradition. A meaningful way to remember someone in a world full of sh*t. We don’t want to buy a chair from Ikea, we want to carve a chair out of a tree that we grew.
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There are ways that all of our family members have been effected and are effecting us as a whole. We aren’t perfect. We argue and yell at each other. We’re normal. When we do fight, though, we fight about what’s best for everybody. It's not about what’s best for me or you or him or her. We just need one kid of ours in the future to care to continue on our legacy and we’ll be all right. We want to create something that will be here for a very long time. This 250 year plan is meant to create a path that we’re trying to cut through the wilderness of “how to do this.” We acknowledge that we’re new at farming and wine making. We learn a lot through experience, not books. That experience is something that can be handed down. Wine is the most beautiful farming there is. You’re giving your farming a chance at immortality. We don’t want to live forever, we just want to build something that does. We don’t want to hand down a pocket watch or a car. We want to be able to hand our children and our children’s children a pretty damn good way to live. A tight family. A connection with the earth, a connection with time. That’s the goal. Wine is our byproduct.

For Memorial Day, we are releasing just 10 cases of COURAGE 2021 and lowering the price in memory of those who paid the ...
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For Memorial Day, we are releasing just 10 cases of COURAGE 2021 and lowering the price in memory of those who paid the ultimate sacrifice for the freedoms We Love.

🇺🇸🎖️ COURAGE 2021 🎖️🇺🇸 Limited to 10 Cases.

This wine was created to honor John Saarloos, but this weekend it is also a toast to every man and woman who never made it home.
May we remember them.
May we honor them.
May we live lives worthy of what they gave.

https://saarloosandsons.com/available-wines/p/courage2021

I believe in America Because i Believe in Us - I love our flag. 🇺🇸How pieces of fabric—cut, sewn, raised on a staff—can ...
05/19/2026

I believe in America Because i Believe in Us - I love our flag. 🇺🇸

How pieces of fabric—cut, sewn, raised on a staff—can say so much from so far away.

Safety.Fear.Surrender.Warning.Allies.Enemies.Hope.

It is perfect illiterate iconography

You FEEL it.

And I love the Red, White, and Blue.

The 13 stripes for the colonies that stood together.

The 50 stars for 50 states.
Different people.
Different beliefs.
Different lives.

One flag.

Red for sacrifice.
White for ideals.
Blue for vigilance and justice.

And every subtle thing matters.

Upside down, it signals distress.
At half-staff, it mourns the dead.
Folded properly, it becomes a symbol of honor.

There are rules for it because symbols matter.

We hoist it.
Stand for it.
Salute it.
Fold it carefully.
Retire it respectfully.

Some people wrapped themselves in that flag on the Beat day of their lives.

Some people came home inside of it.

And the truth is…

We do not love it because the government is perfect.

We love it because WE THE PEOPLE are worth believing in.

Because despite all our flaws…
there is still something miraculous about millions of imperfect people trying to become one nation.

Not for a government.

For each other.

I love that if I stand in just the right place in Los Olivos, I can count no less than eight American flags flying.

But the one in the middle of the street…

That’s THE FLAG to me.
That’s the one I think of as the Mine of the Ours

I have the flag that flew at half-staff for my father.

I help replace those flags when they wear out.

Carefully.
Respectfully.

Because some things deserve reverence.

And despite all the noise in this world…

I still believe in America. 🇺🇸

Because,
I believe in us.

Memorial Week
Fly the 🇺🇸 🫡

One thing to know about the Saarloos Family is that there is a competitive streak running right through each of us.We ma...
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One thing to know about the Saarloos Family is that there is a competitive streak running right through each of us.
We may bury it under fun, and activity, and just getting together.
But it’s there, like a snake under a rock.
It all starts innocent enough.
But start keeping score

I’ll sit on the sidelines
Especially if it’s something I’m not good at..
Pickleball for instance
And I’ll act all nonchalant

Oh it’s for “fun”
Yea, right…

I’ve seen dive for a ball…
We had to MAKE her quit….

Break out Cards and a piece of paper to keep score,
It’s sharks on blood
The texas tornado 🌪️ is the youngest of us and she will run the care game like she is playing 3 card Monte in the park.

You see someone throwing a rock trying to hit a post
4 people will line up after you do it and start counting to see who can do it faster

It’s all fun and games until you hear someone mutter “sh*t”
When they miss a shot.

Then it’s on.

It’s not a bad thing,
It’s a good thing

No grudges are held
No ill will

Just people tying to be better that they are, or should be, playing to win, against each other….

If anyone else is there, it can be chill and fun, and a “good time”
But pit any of us against any of us
That streak comes out
And a W is a W

😂

Brielles Brought her Fella out to play yesterday…
And you might notice,
I did not cut off his head in the photos.

Mostly because, he didn’t give an inch .
I heard him when he missed a shot…
When heather and Brielle were smashing shots for blood and points The Steak is there…

And as soon as the game was over everyone was back to normal.

I’ve told Brielle since she was 10

“You can love anyone you want, but they better love you more than me…. Good luck with that”

Well, he got his face in a photo.

And when he reads this,
ReRead the part in “quotes” a few times.

Doors and Roofs - I think we measure our lives in doors and roofs.The roofs we are lucky enough to stand under.And the d...
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Doors and Roofs - I think we measure our lives in doors and roofs.

The roofs we are lucky enough to stand under.

And the doors we keep walking through.

A few months ago, I stood staring at my front door.

Just listening to the way it rattles when it slams shut.

Thinking about how many versions of me walked through it.

The young husband.
The exhausted dad.
The scared one.
The grateful one

All the friends
All the Family

I went from glasses to gray hair through that front door.

That door has heard:

“DADDY’S HOME!”

right before I got tackled by tiny humans.

From carrying babies through it…

It watched kids toddle into this house…

and stride out of it.

A little taller.
A little smarter.
A little stronger.

And somewhere along the way…

I went from Daddy to Dad.

That door held good days.

Bad days.

The worst days.

And some Grand Champion ones too.

It held laughter inside the house.

And every once in a while…

kept arguments from spilling out into the street.

I’m glad the guy in these photos took a lot of pictures.

I just wish he would have read slower at bedtime.

Because now I know…

Driving your kids to school every day was the best decision of your life

Talking about nonsense.

That was the movie.

And now…

the main characters of my life are slowly becoming special guest stars.

Walking back through that front door to a standing ovation in my heart every single time.

By the age Brielle is now…

Heather and I already had our own roof.

And now for this brief little moment…

I have everyone under ours.

I know enough now to understand how rare that is.

Because one day…

if I’m lucky…

I’ll walk through THEIR front door.

Stand under THEIR roof

And become the special guest star.

Honestly…

I’m looking forward to that movie too.

Maybe that’s all life really is.

A few doors.

A borrowed roof.

And the people you were lucky enough to share them with.

Doors, Roofs, a Life

05/14/2026

Throw us alike throw us a comment and send this link to anybody. You know that once to do something absolutely awesome this Saturday. I’m giving Free Vineyard Tour’s in the VINEYARD at 10 AM.

Yes, it’s completely free

Yes, I’m on the only person who does this.
Why because I’m a regular human human being that wants people to see the cool stuff that we’re doing every single day

I’m an absolute dirtbag

Everybody else might think they’re too good to show people around

But that’s not who we are

We like to build long tables, not taller fences

No gatekeeping here

The gate is open all the time

So pile everybody, you know into the car and come see us, and we will have an absolute blast

I know how far I out kicked my coverageI know I know I know……EVERY SAARLOOS MAN KNOWS IT….No one knows, more than me.I d...
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I know how far I out kicked my coverage
I know
I know
I know……

EVERY SAARLOOS MAN KNOWS IT….

No one knows, more than me.
I don’t understand it either.

If it was just the plumage it would make more sense

But it’s not, it’s probably the least beautiful thing about her.
It is her soul

How she loves people beyond measure
How she will do ANYTHING to help someone
How she will drop everything for a friend in need
How she loves and protects our children’s hearts
How she reads our parents health charts and turns into a graduate level expert in days delivering protocols to thier doors
How she pushes herself in every competition to excel
How she warms pur home and fills our lives with beauty
How she holds my hand and quiets my storms
It’s just… everything

The Saarloos Men are surrounded by these types ow women
Our Grandmothers - Our Aunts -- Our Cousins…
Our Sister’s In Law
Our Mothers
Our Wives
Our Daughters

EACH Something Extraordinary
Limitless Talent meets Limitless Beauty

Women With Wings on their feet
And Swords on tier Hip

Standing next to a man doing his best
With chipped teeth
Covered in dust
A Swirling Soul
Trying to Keep up with her.

This is not a self deprecating hyperbole
This is Fact.

Ask any Saarloos Mother
And they have prayed the same 2 Prayers
They have prayed for their son’s Future Wives

And that their sons would be humble men.

That prayer has always been answered - 2 birds one stone

Many people have asked - why Not Saarloos Sons and Daughters

Now you know….
The Saarloos isn’t for the men
It’s an honor they would even take the name….

Holding hands with any Saarloos woman
Is a man trying to be Worthy of her Love.

Congratulations to The Hottest Woman on the planet for winning - Best Shoes - at the Wine Women and Shoes - Fundraiser

The Tragedy of a Mother’s LoveThe tragedy of life is this:The first love you ever feel… is the last time it’s truly unco...
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The Tragedy of a Mother’s Love

The tragedy of life is this:
The first love you ever feel… is the last time it’s truly unconditional.

That’s not sad. That’s the truth.

You come into this world—Chaos. Terror. Alone. Bright lights. Cold air. A slap on the ass. Maybe that’s why we don’t remember it.

But then… you’re held.

And in that moment—before words, before memory—you feel something you don’t have language for: warmth, safety, love.

No conditions. No expectations. No performance. Just… love.

And whether you remember it or not… you’ve been chasing it ever since.

Fame. S*x. Power. Money. Strip it all down—that’s what it is.

A lifetime spent chasing a feeling you can’t name… trying to get close again.

But it never is.

Because that love only comes from one place.

Mom.

She knit you out of herself—cell by cell. Carried you. Broke herself bringing you here. Fed you from her own body.

And stood between you and the world—because if anything came for you… she would eat it alive first.

That’s not normal love. That’s something ancient. Savage. From a place before time. That’s unconditional.

We all need it more than we admit.

We will lie for it. Steal for it. Kill for it.

Take anyone—a gangster, a billionaire, a monster—put them in a room with their mother… watch what happens.

They fold.

Because she gave them something no one else ever has.

Every other love in this world? It has a string. Maybe thin. Maybe invisible. But it’s there. And sometimes—it snaps.

Not this one. Not from Mom. No strings.

My brother and I… we got one of the greats.

She gave us six words:
“I love you, no matter what.”

That’s it. That’s EVERYTHING.

Six words that let you walk into life without fear.

Because life will take things from you.

But it cannot take that.

That one grain of sand
glowing like the sun
buried deep inside you.

Unconditional love.

You can build a life on that.

And that’s the tragedy.

The purest love you will ever feel…
is the first one you’re given.

Nothing replaces it.

…until the day you hold your own child in your hands—

and you’re not chasing it anymore.

you’re giving it.

And the cycle begins again.

Love You Mom

1950 CHEVROLET FIVE WINDOWColor:Optimistic American Blue.Transmission:4 on the floor.And a conversation with God between...
05/09/2026

1950 CHEVROLET FIVE WINDOW

Color:
Optimistic American Blue.

Transmission:
4 on the floor.
And a conversation with God between second and third.

Horsepower:
Enough.

0-60:
You got somewhere better to be?

Fuel Economy: full tank at all times

Seat:
One giant cowboy couch.
Your wife sits in the middle and catches second and fourth gear in the knees.
Complains every time.
Still rides with you.

Air Conditioning:
55

Climate Control:
Window.

Navigation:
“Turn right where that barn used to be.”

Ride Quality: NOISY.

Suspension:
Leaf springs and generational trauma.

Cabin Noise: YES.

Radio:
Static.
Baseball.
AM
Occasional Hank Williams.

Cup Holders:
Coffee between your legs like a grown man.

Bluetooth:
Your passenger yelling “WHAT?”

Backup Camera:
Your neck.

You start this truck like a chainsaw:
Foot.
Choke.
Timing.
Prayer.

High Beams:
Floor button.
Like launching torpedoes in a WWII movie.

Technology Package:
Raw do***ng reality.

Windshield Wipers: creaky.

Safety Features:
Fear.
Attention span.
Jesus.

Air Bags:
No.
We die like men.

Top Speed:
Enough.

Fuel Gauge: iffy

Cab Smell:
Gasoline.
Dust.
Old leather.
Coffee.
To***co.

And the faint ghost of every dad Dad saying:
“Hand me the 9/16ths.”

Overall Vibe:
Hardware store philosopher.

Purpose:
Truck.

Soul:
Factory installed.

And somehow…
every time I drive it…
the noise leaves my head

Calligraphy: Keep The Knife Sharp : calligraphy has been part of my life since the sixth grade. My teacher told me, that...
05/09/2026

Calligraphy: Keep The Knife Sharp : calligraphy has been part of my life since the sixth grade. My teacher told me, that if I took her to calligraphy class, I would never have to take another spelling test in my life.… DEAL.

I am incredibly dyslexic, I have never passed a spelling test in my life.

Writing is incredibly hard for me.
I don't understand punctuation or structure,
Rules…. I don t get the rules.

but I do know how to get a point across

That’s why I write like this.

She was one of those teachers that saw me doodling on all of my homework pitty on me.

She taught me that words are beautiful
How one could flow effortlessly into the next
After that class, I stopped writing letter letters
And started drawing them

She would give us 10 words to draw
Sit back at her desk and open a book
Turn on a little music
And let us go.

I should probably mention there were a ton of a girls in this class

I loved every minute of it.

I took every class she offered.

I leaned about Fonts
Kerning and the space between letters
(if you hate someone teach them about this)
That lead to Graffic Design
Computers (she also let me spellcheck)
To my love of Magazines
Iconography
Photography
Layouts
Printing

my wife has a unbelievable eye for design
She makes everything beautiful
From a home, to a table, a flower arrangement, literally anything that couldn’t become art becomes it.

Heather IS art…..
I have always had a calligraphy pen around me
I know where that little box is
With the cheap calligraphy pens are
And where I hide the expensive ones that seem to ooze ink and just the right proportion
I can feel when the hard edge is about to bite into the paper
And when you have the right flow going
Just thinking about it, puts the relaxation in the bottom of my back all the way up my spine
It’s my secret little thing.
I buy notebooks every time I see them
And I’m particularly stressful days. I’ll give myself 10 minutes just to fill up as many pages as I can.
Some days it all just comes together

Some days I just absolutely go for perfection
I will throw away 100 piece pieces of paper

She gave us a spelling test and said (give it a shot)
It was the 10 words
100%.

Thank you.

Address

2971 Grand Avenue
Los Olivos, CA
93441

Opening Hours

Monday 11am - 5pm
Tuesday 11am - 5pm
Wednesday 11am - 5pm
Thursday 11am - 5pm
Friday 11am - 5pm
Saturday 11am - 5pm
Sunday 11am - 5pm

Telephone

+18056881200

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