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Katsunuma Grape Picking (Grapark)
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Katsunuma Grape Picking (Grapark)

📍 Yamanashi, Koshu

Japan's wine country, a short trip from Tokyo: an entire hillside of vineyards where you pay by weight to pick and eat 16+ grape varieties straight off the vine, from Kyoho and Delaware to Shine Muscat.

Ninety minutes from Tokyo, an entire hillside in Koshu turns over to vineyards each late summer — Japan’s original and still-largest wine region, and one of its most reliable late-summer day trips.

Why It’s Interesting

Katsunuma has been growing wine grapes since at least the 19th century and remains Japan’s densest concentration of wineries, but the more hands-on draw is budo-gari — grape picking — offered at orchards across the district, like Katsunuma Grapark, where 16-plus varieties (Kyoho, Delaware, New York Muscat, Shine Muscat, and the native Koshu grape among them) are priced by weight so visitors can wander and sample across types rather than settling on one patch. It’s a low-effort, high-reward activity that turns a countryside drive into an actual afternoon out — good for a family visit that wants something more active than sightseeing but less strenuous than hiking.

Best Time to Visit

The picking season runs roughly late July/early August through early November, but mid-August to mid-September is the sweet spot, when the widest range of varieties is ripe simultaneously.

Getting There

About 90 minutes from Tokyo via the JR Chuo Line to Katsunuma-Budokyo Station, then a short taxi ride into the vineyard hillside; driving via the Chuo Expressway takes a similar amount of time.

🐿️ Cinnamon was here

Field report

Katsunuma is Japan's wine country an easy trip from Tokyo, and in autumn the hillsides open for grape picking — sixteen-plus varieties, pay by weight, eat off the vine. Pay by weight. They said that to a squirrel. The farm's own pricing model never stood a chance.

I worked the Kyoho rows like a harvest festival of one: each grape is effectively a wine barrel at my scale, and I am not ashamed of my numbers. The farmer weighed my basket, looked at my cheeks, weighed me, and laughed until she had to sit down. I paid the surcharge. It was fair.

Go September–October, hit a winery cave after (several do tastings; I sniffed responsibly), and take the slow train home at sunset with purple paws like everyone else.

— Cinnamon 🐿️

📸 Cinnamon's camera roll

Snapshots from our very good boy on the road.

Working the Kyoho rows like a harvest festival of one. Each grape is a wine barrel at my scale, and I am not ashamed of my numbers.
The weigh-in: basket, cheeks, then me. The farmer laughed until she had to sit down. I paid the surcharge. It was fair. Mon-chan paid double.

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