Fraser Valley: Langley Winery Tour & Tastings with Pickup

Summary

Langley’s boutique wineries honey mead tastings and local stories

You’ll taste your way through Langley’s boutique wineries in Fraser Valley—bubbly straight from the source, honey mead with ancient roots, even walnut-infused port if timing works out. Snack on cheeses and chocolate between stops as your local guide shares stories you probably won’t find online. Expect laughter, new flavors, and a few moments that stick with you long after you’re back downtown.

Step-by-step itinerary

Day 1 — Fraser Valley winery visits and tastings

• Start tour at 10am in Vancouver
• Visit small winery known for Champagne style bubbly
• Taste wines at boutique winery served to the queen
• Explore Festina Lente honey wine producer
• Visit old school winery with walnut infused port
• See Dutch winery with estate-grown white wines
• Enjoy supplied snack pack during tour
• End tour downtown at 4-4:30pm

Top questions

How many wineries do you visit on the Fraser Valley winery tour?

You’ll visit 4 to 5 wineries depending on the day of week and season.

Is hotel pickup included for this Langley winery tour?

Yes, hotel pickup and drop-off are included in Vancouver.

What food is provided during the Fraser Valley winery tour?

You’ll get a snack pack with cheeses, crackers, almonds, chocolate, cake, fruit, and sparkling water.

What time does the Fraser Valley winery tour start and end?

The tour starts at 10am and ends downtown around 4–4:30pm.

Is there a minimum age for wine tasting on this tour?

The minimum drinking age is 19 years old.

Are service animals allowed on this winery tour?

Yes, service animals are allowed.

Do you need special fitness levels for this day trip?

The tour is suitable for all physical fitness levels.

Are entry fees or tasting fees included in the price?

Tasting fees are minimal (about $10 CAD per winery) and paid separately at each stop.

What’s included

Your day includes hotel pickup and drop-off in Vancouver by Mercedes Sprinter van; visits to four or five local wineries around Langley; a snack pack with three cheeses, three types of crackers, almonds, chocolate, cake, fruit and Canadian mineral water; plus guidance from a knowledgeable driver who keeps things relaxed—and maybe throws in some family stories along the way.

What’s the experience like?

We were already halfway to Langley when I realized I’d forgotten my sunglasses, but the clouds kept things soft anyway. Our guide, Greg, was talking about how the Fraser Valley used to be all farmland—he pointed out a field where his uncle apparently lost a tractor once (no idea if that’s true). First stop was this tiny place making Champagne-style bubbly. The owner had hands stained purple and let us peek at the tanks—she said it takes two years for their sparkling wine to be ready. I could smell yeast and something sharp, almost like apples left out in the sun.

The next winery had this story about serving their wine to the Queen of England. Not sure if she actually drank it, but it made us all laugh. Tasting there felt a bit fancier—white tablecloths, glasses lined up just so. I tried a white that tasted like pears and grass after rain. Greg kept nudging us to ask questions; he really wanted us to get nerdy about the process. I mostly just enjoyed watching people swirl their glasses and try to look like they knew what they were doing (me included).

Festina Lente was my favorite—I’d never tried mead before. The owner explained how honey wine is older than grape wine by thousands of years. It wasn’t sweet like I expected; more herbal, almost dry, with this weirdly comforting smell of beeswax and wildflowers. Li laughed when I tried to say “mead” in Mandarin—probably butchered it. We sat outside for a bit with our snack packs (cheese, crackers, almonds, chocolate), just listening to birds and someone’s dog barking in the distance.

If there’s time (and we got lucky), you might visit an old-school spot open only on weekends—no filtration or additives here. Their walnut port is sticky and deep; I bought jam from the counter because it smelled like my grandma’s kitchen in October. Last stop was this Dutch-run estate surrounded by green hills—mostly whites grown right there on the land. By then my notes were messy and my phone battery nearly dead, but I still think about that view from their patio—a little mist over everything, quiet except for laughter from our group.