20 Years of Stonewell: A rare opportunity indeed…

leahmann-bottsToday Steve and I attended one of those tastings that are kind of like a tasting grenade.  At the time that you you RSVP you don’t think too much of it other than, “Hey, this could be fun.”  But this gig was a little more than “fun”.  The sight of having 20 consecutive vintages of one of Australia’s most acclaimed Shiraz wines sitting in glasses in front of you does not go unnoticed.  The opportunity to learn and glean something from an event such as this does not go untaken.  And not only was it a chance to get a comprehensive look at this icon bottling but it was also an even rarer chance to get a snapshot in time of every vintage in the Barossa Valley since 1987, the first year this bottling was produced.       

The background on Peter Lehmann.  Peter was the winemaker at Saltram, a Barossa Valley old-timer winery, in the late 70′s.  In a familiar scenario, larger corporate concern comes in and buys the winery, but not to produce wine, they instead want to store booze.  Thus, the growers who sold grapes to the winery got the ax, leaving 150 farmers out in the cold with nowhere to sell their fruit and no one to make their wine.  Old Pete steps in and tells them, you give me the fruit and I’ll make the juice and when I sell the juice you’ll get paid.  Not having many options, the growers took Pete up on this offer and the rest, as they say, is history.  Lehmann slowly grew the business through the 1980′s, success coming over a period of time as consumers warmed up to the concept of dry red Australian table wines. 

Now Pete swings a pretty big stick in the Barossa, with many farmers indebted to him for saving their livelihoods, andleahmann-glass many more signing on since they knew they could trust the guy.  He has access every year to the finest fruit from every major sub-region of the Barossa, from which he produces a number of wines, with Stonewell being the cream of the crop.  It is 100% Shiraz, 100% Barossa, sourced from mostly 100+ year old vines (they send cuttings back to the Rhone all the time since phylloxera wiped these clonal selections out in France) but also from whichever growers ‘bring the drama’ vintage to vintage.  A few changes have taken place over the years,  including a little less time in wood and more French oak finding its way into the program.  But the wine is still aged five years before release (a la Grange and Hill of Grace) and, from what this tasting unequivically demonstrated, capable of extended aging (and improvement) in the bottle.

The wines: We won’t go into wine hues, as all of these showed excellent color for their respective ages.  It’s Barossa Shiraz, it’s dark,  Got it?

1987-  Some sweet saddle, with plum, Asian spice and cinnamon.  Tawnied a touch but still fresh, medium weight, drying out some but overall a darn fine drink.  Good wine from a solid vintage holding up well.

1988- Brighter, fresher, textbook, with riper tannin and a little less obvious fruit but more balance.  More savory in style, black pepper.  A touch better than the ’87…

1989- More Barossa boot polish here!  A little more of that cherry cough drop edge to the plummy, curranty fruit.  Longer, with lingering coffee flavors on the finish

1990- Bottle was shot, unfortunately.

1991- More youthful, inviting warm, berry compote and sweet leather nose.  Thicker, richer, definite turn in style.  In a really good place.  Delicious!  Nice wine from a classic vintage that Lehmann prefers to 1990.

1992- This is together.  More restrained, some herb and mineral.  Yummy, very complete.  A real knock it back style.  Really engaging with a savory finish.  Was the favorite thus far on the first go-round but the 1991 slid past on on a second look.  Good wine from a mixed vintage where the top wines have held up surprisingly well.

1993-  Dry Port.  Obviously a warmer year?  Green and stewed at the same time.  Not a top effort.

1994- Two bottles of this one floating around that were quite different.  The good one was classic 1994, an evolved medium to full-bodied effort with good fruit, easy texture, a bit of weight and clean lines.  Considered a pretty good (not great) vintage on release and this wine showed it.

1995- Powerful, rich, but the tannins are drying and the wine doesn’t show the necessary balance to increase the old style points.  Dark fruits, some coffee, more pepper and healing herbs creeping in. 

1996-  First hint of mint, bit of a sledgehammer.  Rich, also pretty chewy.  Packs a punch, lots of blackberry and cocoa flavors.  Better than the 1995 but the slightly drying tannins still bug a little.  All in all, an excellent wine from an outstanding year. 

1997- A bit porty again (though not as much as the ’93).  Also shows some complexing green notes (funny how the portier wines show greener) that don’t detract from the engaging plum and berry fruit.  Very seamless, the most traditionally Barossa “slippery” of the bunch.  Too easy to drink, not a great one, merely a good one.  But I wouldn’t turn down a glass.

1998- Winner winner chicken dinner.  There’s a reason why ’98 is considered one of the Barossa’s finest vintages.  This wine is so complete.  Powerfully built, but the tannins are ripe and melty.  The wine’s expressive, super-rich, falling just on the right side of porty.  Like the 1996, still young.  Best wine on the table?  Probably.

1999- The sneak attack.  Following the 1998, this one had its work cut out for it and still availed itself nicely.  Lots of fruit, fleshy, but higher-toned and more restrained than the ’98.  Cooler customer in a more classic, old school barossa style.  But that’s not a bad thing.  Perfectly enjoyable, and one of the more together wines on the table.

2000- In hindsight this one probably shouldn’t have been made.  but we can say that about many a wine from the 2000 vintage, argubaly the worst this taster has ever worked through.  The signature 2000 diffuse, herbal tea leaf quality weaves its way through all the wines, leaving a short, uncharming, unstructured ‘bleh’.  They did what they could but this harvest was DOA.

2001- Always a favorite vintage of ours and this wine did nothing to tarnish that love.  Strapping black fruit flavors are the name of the game here.  Reticent at first, but just a block of fruit on the palate.  Impressive, with a violets and blackberry fruit profile that can’t be ignored, followed up with suave, plentiful tannins.  A keeper and one of the faves.

2002- This wine has it all, deep, layered fruit, sweet tannins, cocoa-like texture…and a huge blast of mint.  Steve isn’t a mint guy, and I can take it in small, complexing doses, but this wine smells and tastes like a spa treatment.  Which is a shame because it aces the compulsories.  This was a great vintage in the Barossa and Lehmann loves this wine, but the eucalypt character is a bit too prominent for us.  Outstanding wine if it were mint-free.

2003-This one brought out the wine geek tasting notes.  Tuscan bread soup?  Salted plums?  We usually don’t go there but this wine had us scratching our heads.  Chalky tannins (Lehmann likes chalkier tannins) and a savory, beefy character lead the way.  Not our cup of bouillon.

2004- Another winemaking shift?  This one is jammier, with a confectionary, new school edge to the black fruit flavors.  One side of the coin says hedonistic the other says gooey, but with a substantially tannic kick.  We were polarized on this one, honestly.  Steve dug it more than me but hey, in the grand scheme of things this wine does not suck.

2005-  From a cooler year with a blast of heat at the end.  Savory, smoky, leathery, Frenchy, tangy.  Fun to taste but I don’t know if this is ‘classic Stonewell’ … pretty long on the finish, no lack of concentration, just perhaps maybe some focus.

2006- Much better, deep black fruit like the 2004 but more punch and focus.  Impressive!  We’ll have to wait until 2011 for this one.  Could be the best since the 2001 (or, if you’re Lehmann, that minty 2002).  Still super-young.

Our faves?  Steve had his Top Five as the 2001,1998, 1992, 2004 and 1991, with an honorbale mention for ’99 and ’06.  Me?  I had the ’98 first up, followed by the sneaky ’99, the 2001, 2006 and 1989, with warm fuzzies for the 1991 and 1992.    In general there was great consistency in quality, which what makes Australia Australia just like Napa is Napa.  Seven out of 10 great years is more fun to taste than, say, Bordeaux’s four out of ten though, admittedly, the highs might be alittle higher when you’re talking Bordeaux.   In the end, we hope a few of sommeliers in attendance and French wine faithful caught a glimpse of the ageability of Barossa Shiraz wines, as many other producers besides Lehmann can stand a decade in the cellar and come out smelling like a rose.   We hope the versatility of the wines tasted at today’s event did not go unnoticed.

On a broader note, it speaks volumes against the accusations from a lot of folksout there that Aussie Shiraz is monolithic and monochromatic.   These wines were respectful of their vintages, and weren’t overtly ‘made’.  One shouldn’t confuse something like Rosemount Red Diamond Shiraz with soulful, purposeful efforts that show terroir and vaiation.  Finally it is important to note taht out of twenty vintages (probably the last time they’ll be able to do this gig from the ‘beginning’, only a couple were ‘over the top’ and we suspect those instances were vintage related.  Thanks again to the Hess people and Lehmann people for putting this gig on and props to XIV on Sunset for running a pro show.

Family Winemakers mirrors the times…

OK, confession time.  The past few years we haven’t been really psyched going to the annual Family Winemakers event in northern Cal.  I know, I know, why wouldn’t someone dedicated to fine wine be psyched about heading to the greatest showing of California wines in the state?  Sounds crazy.  But please understand, for us this is work.  Whenever we’ve attended this event the last few years it has been a litany of new producers trying to charge too much for their wares.  It was literally painful going from new Cab guy to new Cab guy, tasting their wine, and then have them tell you it was $125 a bottle and they were going “exclusively mailing list only and perhaps a few restaurants they were going to hand-select.”  For every Mark Neal or Mike Officer (Carlisle) we have found over the years there have been 20 other guys that didn’t have a clue. So we essentially fly up, spend hundreds of dollars, and leave with nothing more than memories of some pretty good $100+ Cabs and $60+ Pinots that will no longer exist in a few years because they should have been half that price.  Oh well, we’re not ones to suffer fools.

But this year, we thought, might be a bit different.  Economy in the tank, global premium wine sales ground to a halt and the closure and/or continuing liquidation of a few wineries throughout the state might actually have some of the upstarts paying attention.  This scenario, in conjunction with the outstanding 2007 harvest, would lead us to believe that there was some potential business to be done.  We were actually a little pumped to check out the show.

Believe it or not, more of the same.  More $60 Pinot Noirs, more $125 Cabernets, diamonds on the fingers, marketing plans culled directly from the Wine Advocate/Harlan school of wine sales.  Lord, when will these people learn?  It seems that no start-up wine producer wants to grow with their consumer, instead looking to hit ‘em directly in the pocketbook from the opening gun.  Is it the economics of a start-up operation that is causing this lack of reason?  If so, it appears that starting a winery would be the equivalent of buying a home at the market high five years ago, not even remotely economically viable.  Nope, I think it’s merely a matter of laziness.  Opening a few web sites, reading a few wine catalogs, and pricing their product based upon what everyone else is pricing their product, not taking in to consideratrion what the consumer actually wants to (or is able to) pay and/or their production costs, and/or whether or not all the other guys are selling their wines if they haven’t received 94 points from Wine Spectator.

We think globally here.  Napa’s competition isn’t the rest of Napa, it’s the rest of the world.  Bordeaux, Argentina, South Australia, South Africa, Chile are all trying to get their peace of Napa’s pie, and Napa is making it easy for them by jacking prices and cashing in on a brand (Napa Valley) that makes $20 wine fly off the shelves but carries no further weight once the wine hits the $40-$50 mark.  At that juncture it’s anyone’s game and…. 

Whew! Major digression!  Put away the soap box and on with the show.  All things considered the wines in geenral were pretty exciting.  The 2007 harvest was an outstanding one for California’s north coast so we wanted to take a good look at Pinot and Zin in particular…and we did just that. 

On the Pinot front there were some great wines to be had, including hot new releases from Benovia (Mike Sullivan’s awesome new project post-Hartford Court), Calera (new single vineyard are knockouts, in particular the 2006 Reed), Clos Pepe, Fort Ross, Keller Estate, Melville, Mount Eden (coming on strong with their 2005…),  Patz & Hall, Pisoni (quite elegant for this winery), Roessler, Row 11 (newcomer with a great value offering), Siduri and Varner (also 2005, must be a Santa Cruz thing…).

Zins were more of a mixed bag even in the context of this ‘best since…’ vintage.  We were taken aback by the latest from Benovia (again), Branham (great Rockpile), Conway Family (remember that name…), Dashe (elegant as usual) and  Mauritson (finally! their 2007 Dry Creek is great..)

Cab producers with their heads screwed on straight?  Hmmm…you’re looking at some of the usual suspects from previous vintages, including Barnett (not the $100+ Rattlesnake bottling), John Anthony, Keenan, Palmaz (their Cedar Knoll 2005 was great for the money), Snowden, Titus.  Wish there were more names here but most of the other candidates were either over-priced (though many were tasty), restaurants only, not up to snuff, or all of the above…

There are two white wines to give ‘props’ to.  First, the Varner boys are producing some wicked-good Chardonnays from their tiny plots in the Santa Cruz Mountains, and not charging an arm and a leg.  Nicest guys on the planet, always smiling, their wines are brilliant, support these cats!  Also, the Sauvignon Blanc from Greystack Cellars was truly exceptional.  Don’t know the whole story (the winery thinks it has to do with their northern Italian clone) but this is a brilliant wine and worth every penny…

Sign of the times?  There were a lot of  “A-list” producers at this shindig trying to drum up business. Names like Turley, Littorai, Martinelli, Robert Foley, Pride, Pahlmeyer, Paloma, Merry Edwards, lots of mailing list darlings plying their wares…

Next time…what we ate.

Brother, could you please pass the pinot?

Looking back at the tastings we’ve hosted this year, a few categories stand out. Nearly a quarter of our events, so far, have been devoted to Spain, the Rhône or Pinot Noir. Is this mere coincidence or design? A bit of both. 2005, ’06 and ’07 are strong to exceptional vintages, so we buy and by extension, pour, what is relevant and what is drinking well. On a more selfish note, if you were to observe the wines that wet our glasses during our frequent After Hours Recreational Consumption Sessions(AHRCS), you would find that the aforementioned wines play prominent roles. Last Saturday (8/8) was the fifth installment featuring one of our favorite grapes, Pinot Noir.

A quick rundown…The 4 Bears label from King Estate/Renwood alum, Sean Minor, showed surprising balance and poise for such a moderate price tag. Waipara Springs, from the Canterbury area of New Zealand made a nice splash. Burgundian-styled Hamacher from the Willamette Valley, blossomed after enough air. Ketcham Estate from the Russian River, WM Michael Browne(Costa Browne) at the conn, was plush and spicy. Verging superstar, Anthill Farms’ Tina Marie from Green Valley was laced with vibrant cherries and rose petals, one of my new favs producers.

Finally, the Caymus connection…The polished, ripe, smoke tinged Belle Glos from the foggy Taylor Lane Vyd was made by William Wagner (son of Chuck, grandson of Charlie) with the assistance of John Bolta, the maestro of Conundrum. John Bolta, headed the now defunct Lorca label using fruit from the Garys. From a sales standpoint, Lorca stole the show. The 2003 Lorca Rosella’s and Lorca Pisoni Vineyards were fruit forward and in a very good place drinking wise. The Lorca Garys’ 2001; probably one of the earlier efforts from the iconic vineyard, it was planted in 1997; was herbaceous with hints of anise. A little piece of history in a bottle, it held up well against the younger and bigger kids on the block but keep in mind it is a drink now-drink today-drink tomorrow kind of wine.

Back to Bordeaux….

I’m having a bit of deja-vu boarding the flight for Bordeaux again, this time to attend the VinExpo wine show. But this trip will be a little different as I will be indulging in two of my passions. The first, of course, is wine. The second is accompanying me in a grey, bulky, protective flight case.

The Pegoretti Boarding The Plane

The Pegoretti Boarding The Plane

I have brought my limited, (thanks to Bannings Bikes) hand-built, Italian road bike and plan on exploring the rugged (well…if flat can be considered “rugged”) terrain of Bordeaux. Once again I will be staying with my “right bank family”, the Becot’s of Beausejour Becot and my Left Bank residence, Chateau Pape Clement has once again graciously opened its doors for me as well.

I am starting my journey in St. Emilion. After a breakfast featuring Dominique Becot’s world famous coffee, the first order of business is a bike ride with Gerard Perse (who says you can’t mix business and pleasure?), owner of Ch. Pavie, Monbousquet, Bellevue Mondotte, etc, etc. Rumor has it Gerard is a mean cyclist and has climbed every mountain stage in the Tour de France. He has promised to take me on a 70 kilometer ride throughout St. Emilion, Cotes de Castillon, Lalande de Pomerol and Pomerol. Hopefully the jet lag won’t affect my ability to keep up. Yea…that will be a perfect excuse if I can’t.

Coffee With Gerard Perse

Coffee With Gerard Perse


Upon meeting Gerard we sat in his kitchen for a quick cup of espresso (I needed all the caffeine I could get) before heading out on the ride. To match my Dario Pegoretti Marcello, he pulled out a beautiful Pinarello Prince that was computer sized for him by the factory. The bike is 100% carbon fiber and is a work of art to look at. Guess the owner of Pinarello likes Pavie. Once on the bikes Gerard seemed to decide to take it easy on me by cruising on a relatively flat road along the Cote de Pavie. He was pointing out all the different vineyard sights and it was a great way to really experience the terrain. After about 5 miles of getting warmed up he took a sharp left and before me stood what the local cyclists call a mini Alpe d’Huez containing a few switchbacks.
Gerard And I Leaving Pavie

Gerard And I Leaving Pavie

The good news for me is that it is only about a 1/2 mile in length, the bad…It was a 12% grade. Once at the top we were in Cotes de Castillon where he showed me his property Clos Les Lunelles, a stunning vineyard, and seeing it helped me understand why this wine is so good and can compete with many top St. Emilion estates as it sits on the same strand of limestone cote as Pavie, Larcis Ducasse La Mondotte etc… We paused for a quick sip of water before heading off towards Pomerol to ride by some of the great estates in that appellation. When you drive by the vineyards in a car, there are many things you miss. But on a bike, it was truly amazing… I’m kind of a terroir nerd…. I want to see and understand why vineyard A produces better wine than vineyard B.
Gerard And I At Petrus

Gerard And I At Petrus

After 3 hours in the saddle we ended up back at Ch Pavie. He invited me in for a drink and something to eat, but I had an appointment at Tertre Roteboeuf in an hour so we had to part ways. Gerard is an incredibly nice man. He is passionate and that passion shows in the quality of his wines. He invited me for dinner while I was there but we could never connect due to our schedules. Rest assured, I will be back to accept that dinner and another bike ride will definitely be on the schedule.

After a quick shower, it was off to see Francois Mitjavile, the man behind Tertre Roteboeuf. This is an incredible property with very unique terroir. We sat outside looking over his vineyard and there he explained why this wine is so unique. There are 12.5 acres of vines planted with 85% Merlot and 15% Cabernet Franc. Merlot vines are on average 45 years old, while Cabernet Franc ones are 5 years older. The subsoil consists of four different kinds of clay, which are resting on the bed of limestone. This combination of subsoil which is typical for the majority of vineyard in the Saint-Émilion “Côtes” (slope) is described as “cold soil”, because clay needs a long time to be warmed up, and the limestone is always humid and cold. This means that the grapes get the opportunity to get maximum advantage of the sun and reach perfect maturity very late. I learned so much, as he is one of those guys you can just listen to because he is very articulate and captivates you with his explanation.

Francois Mitjaville Explaining Tertre Roteboeuf's Unique Terroir

Francois Mitjaville Explaining Tertre Roteboeuf's Unique Terroir

With my lesson about the vineyard over, it was to the chai to barrel sample the 2008. One thing that was interesting is that he has you choose the barrel to taste from, an interesting philosophy to prove he’s not taking wine from the better barrels as samples. Once in the glass, the wine smelled like cherry jam. It was beautifully layered with notes of minerals, cocoa, Christmas spices, and a touch of oak. Incredibly fresh with an expansive mid-palate, silky sweet tannins and a finish that lingered on and on. Some compare his wine to Burgundy… and in 2008, I can see why, as it was simply breathtaking. After that we were far from being done as we tasted the 07 (big surprise), 06 (which was Francois’ most difficult to harvest) and then the 88! If you see 88 in the market, buy it as it is ridiculously great wine!

Francois Mitjaville pouring Tertre Roteboeuf

Francois Mitjaville pouring Tertre Roteboeuf

Once finished in the barrel room, we made our way to the dining room for lunch prepared by his charming and lovely wife, Miloute. After riding in the morning and barely having anything to eat so far in the day, I was starving by the time we sat down. For lunch, it was 2001 and 1986 Tertre Roteboeuf and 1995 Roc de Cambes. The 01 was in a really good spot…. still fresh with a creamy texture, wonderful acidity and sweet black cherry fruit. The 86 was classic (in a good way) with sweet currants, minerals, expansive mid palate and wonderful finish. The 95 Roc de Cambes was a surprise because it still had quite a youthful feel to it with sweet red and black fruits, silky tannins and great balance. Francois says the terroir at Roc de Cambes is almost identical to Tertre Roteboeuf. While Roc de Cambes is the best wine in Bourg, I couldn’t taste the similarity in the wines. After spending three wonderful hours with the Mitjavile’s it was time to leave. I believe I could have hung out till dinner because I enjoyed listening, learning and drinking the wines. But, my day wasn’t over….

Back at the Becot’s, it was time to put on the suit, as tonight I was being inducted into the Jurade de St. Emilion.

Gerard and Juliette Becot with Moi before the Jurade

Gerard and Juliette Becot with Moi before the Jurade

The Jurade dates back to July 1199, when the Falaise Charter was signed by John Lackland, King of England (and brother to Richard the Lionheart) who controlled the Aquitaine region of France. The charter confirmed the rights of the burghers of Saint-Emilion to administer their town and the freedoms and privileges that accompanied them. In 1289, in the reign of Edward I, these legal, administrative and economic powers were extended to the parishes of the Jurisdiction of Saint-Emilion, hence the name “Jurade”. Wine being a major concern of this monastic city, the Jurade controlled the production and consumption of wine as it controlled everything else. It oversaw the production of “fine” wines, kept the iron that branded every single barrel, combated fraud and abusive practices, and destroyed wine that was judged unworthy of the name.
Getting Inducted Into The Jurade.

Getting Inducted Into The Jurade.


It’s an incredible honor to be part of such a long tradition whose members are people I’ve admired for many years. This year’s attendees included a couple of French movie personalities as well as Prince Albert of Monaco (who also was inducted). It was a great event and following the ceremony was a fun dinner that featured some nice wines. As the evening ended around 1am, I was dead tired. But, in Bordeaux fashion, it was a Champagne nightcap with the Becot’s, Jeffrey and Francoise Davies and yours truly….We talked about the economy, our new President, the 2008 Bordeaux En Primieur campaign and celebrated Fathers Day since all the men are fathers. After anhour or so… we said our goodnights and by 2:15am; I was in a comatose sleep. What a day… one I will never forget!

A Cabernet Day

Fifty four people piled into our little  tasting room last Saturday (8/1) for Silver Oak & Friends, making it one of our most well attended tastings since opening Winex Uncorked. Quite a contrast to two weeks earlier when we had to scrap an Aussie tasting for lack of interest. (Huh?)

We kicked off the show with some strong efforts in the ‘Value’ category with Christian Lazo, a small family outfit out of Paso Robles run by WM Steve Christian and his wife Lupe Lazo. (I love it when I call a winery for tech specs and the winemaker picks up the phone!) And a new face (to us), Egret, the second label of Bonneau using sourced fruit from Napa. The upper label, Bonneau, sourced from the Stagecoach and Kane Vyds also showed very well, more structured than its younger sibling.

The blends, a normal feature in our Cabernet tastings, were led off by the CF driven Justin ‘Justification’ and the CS laden Justin ‘Iscosceles’, two allocated wines that we normally wouldn’t have a chance to pour. The history rich Lail ‘Blueprint’, made by ‘Rockstar/Wine Stylist’ WM Phillipe Melka was a juicy beast, the best of the blends.

Some of the standouts from the ‘Bigs’….. Efestē ‘Big Papa’ (pronounced F S T) from Ciel du Cheval, Kiona & Sagemoor Vyds, top sites in Washington State. Emblem, from an old vyd in Rutherford; the new project from Michael Mondavi & son, Rob. Parallel, another Phillipe Melka stunner from the Conn Valley. And the show stoppers….Hewitt, the elegant, black fruit packed Cabernet made by Tom Rinaldi (longtime WM at Duckhorn) & Caymus Napa Cabernet 2007, a big wallop of chocolate caramel coffee cake in your face, in a bottle. I’m not sure what the Wagner’s were smoking in ’07 but it worked, what a wine!

DONOSTIA OR BUST

As everyone loaded on to the bus from the Parador/former monastery in Villefranche, we left at the same time and headed north for the final leg of our journey, the Basque country and San Sebastian, which the locals call Donostia. We started, as we always do with any kind of travel, looking at the road map. It showed that, to stick with the main highways, we had to back-track quite a way to the south to hit the main highway (A-66) that would take us to the northern coast of Spain from Villafranca de Bierzo. Though it looked like a pretty minor road, the route from Ponferrada, just east of Bierzo, north through Villablino, then jogging east toward the main highway north of Leon through a speck on the map called Cabrillanes (Ca bree yan ez), seemed the most direct.

We made the cut east in Villablino, and, as travel progressed, there was some discussion as to whether we had missed the proper turn and were even on a smaller road than was depicted in the map. For the next couple of hours we were on what was a narrow two lane road that didn’t exactly look like Spain’s version of ‘Caltrans’ had been there any time in the last couple of decades or so. The roads were cut along the edges of some fairly good sized mountains for the most part (maybe 300-800’ above the floor of this elevated valley). The countryside itself was stunning. Lush green fields running up the sides of the hills, a number of them separated by old stone walls, it looked more like pictures we had seen of Ireland than anything we were expecting in Spain. There would be the occasional speck of a town perched on an inset on the hill than another 30-40 minutes of mountain roads. In some places half of the outer lane of the road had fallen away, and it didn’t look like a recent development. All the while (probably 2.5 hours we’d guess) we were wondering if we would ever find the main highway, A-66, let alone San Sebastian or the Atlantic Ocean. Finally we did hit the throughway, eventually making a 10 minute stop at an ‘auto grill’(decent roadside cafes they have in Spain similar to those in Italy) for a quick bite (tortilla, of course). The trek to San Sebastian took about seven hours overall and we saw a part of the world we doubted we would have ever seen had we not taken the ‘shortcut.’

Playa de la Concha from the promenade.

Playa de la Concha from the promenade.

Bayfront

Bayfront

It would be impossible to describe all of the cultural nuances of this part of Spain. There are entire books written about the history of the Basque people and, of course, there are great numbers of them who want to establish their own country which is why most folks have heard about them now. There have been some rather violent incidents attributed to Basque separatists. We read two books devoted to Basque history and culture and have a cursory understanding of this fiercely independent people. They still have their own language that isn’t like any other language on earth and road signs there are still in both Spanish and Euskali (what they call the Basque language). The Euskal words aren’t remotely similar to Spanish and there are two obvious and significant differences. First, the Basque alphabet has a ‘k’, Spanish doesn’t. Second, and the one that really throws most people when they look at it, is the combination tx, which is pronounced like a ‘ch’. The most prevalent example is the wine Txokolina, the Hondurribi based, frizzante white wine that is served everywhere there as the classic aperitif with tapas, called pintxos (pin chos) in that part of the world.

The streets of San Sebastion.

The streets of San Sebastion.

Fishing Boats in the Bay

Fishing Boats in the Bay

We arrived at the hotel, the Maria Christina mid-afternoon. We had not able to book ourselves at the Maria Christina as this was a holiday weekend in Europe and it was full. Fortunately, we ran into a long time friend from a Spanish winery in the US prior to leaving who grew up in San Sebastian. He made the arrangements at he hotel for us, insisting that was where we had to stay. The Maria Christina is a lovely spot sitting right where the river flows into the Atlantic and the rooms look out on the smaller of the two bays around which San Sebastian is built.

View from the Maria Christina.

View from the Maria Christina.

We walked about five blocks to the ‘old town’ for a late afternoon snack to tide us over until our dinner reservations that evening at Arzak, a Michelin Three Star of great repute in this part of Spain. We had been tipped off on by someone in the wine business (he worked at the Spanish Table, a Spanish food/goods store in northern California, as well as with a wine importer) who we met who had lived in San Sebastian and worked at Arzak. He had also given us an extensive list of the pintxos bars in the area so we were definitely dialed in and regretted only that we did not have enough time in San Sebastian to explore them all. A few bites, a couple of glasses of Txokolina, a short walk to absorb the very cool surroundings and back to the hotel (it was late afternoon by that time though it looked like about 2 in the afternoon outside) to shower and dress for dinner.

Having been to Michelin rated restaurants a few times, we were surprised by the casual elegance of Arzak. It wasn’t stuffy at all, the staff was in what we presume was more traditional local dress rather than the stiff suit and tie formality of the many French spots we had dined. One thing we can say for Arzak, and for Spanish wine lists overall, is that we found the prices comfortable and sensible. Here is a reknowned restaurant that has a 1968 Lopez de Heredia Rioja Bosconia on the list for something like 70 euro (about $100) and Torre Muga 1994 for like $130). We opened with an Emilio Rojo, an delicious, extremely limited white blend from Ribeiro that they were selling for not much more that we do here (about $50-this is a ‘three star’ mind you-a wine like this at Mina, though it is probably not high profile enough to be on their list, would probably be $200, can’t even guess what the older wines would have cost in a New York restaurant…you’d probably need TARP money to buy them).

What’s fun about ordering something like the Emilio Rojo in a restaurant, beside the fact that we could find something this interesting on a wine list (Toto, we’re not in the O.C. any more), is that it lets the sommelier know that you’re probably not the typical ugly American…that you are likely some sort of wine geek to order this obsure bottling. We did the tasting menu and had a spirited discussion with the chef/owner Senor Juan Mari Arzak about the future of Rioja (he is an impassioned fan of the new wave, I have a soft spot for old school Rioja though I certainly appreciate well done modern renditions of the genre as well). There were lots of small plates, all excellent, but only a couple that hit that rare ‘burned into memory’ status. Kathy was quite taken with the ‘bronzed’ onion that came on my meat plate, both visually and flavor-wise. My favorite course was the foie gras baked onto little rafts of thinly sliced apple, simply elegant, rich, yet light on its feet. Arguable the dish of the night sort of defies description. There was a creamy chocolate something (a puidding? A mousse?) molded into a ball shape and served over a strawberry sauce with a basil ice cream alongside. The combination sounded odd but was mind bending. Arzac is definitely a place to go if you are looking for fine dining as it stood up to its reputation but was also fun (some elite restaurants can seem more like church than dinner). Talk about your full days, this definitely was one of them.

A tapas bar

A tapas bar

Pintxos

Pintxos

The next day was our only full day in San Sebastian and it was spent relaxing and taking in the old town part of the city at a leisurely pace. We had coffee and croissants at a streetside restaurant, found a market that had the famous Basque cherries ( it is a short season right at this time of year), walked along both bays, and had pintxos at a number of spots in between. We also ran into what appeared to be some sort of ‘street fair’ for this holiday weekend. There were food and wine booths set up by each of the provinces and a stage where cultural exhibits such as music and dances were performed. There were a number of Basques roaming the streets in capes and their formal black berets. We sampled a Spanish churro (much lighter and not the greasy/doughy consistency of the amusment park versions we see here) and saw one performance on the stage of what looked to be Irish dancing done to bagpipes (there is a strong evidential pool apparently suggesting the Celts may have originated in Galicia). You can learn stuff just walking around sometimes.

There were probably 40 pintxos bar in what was about a 10-12 block section of old town San Sebastian. The two we would mention are (there are a number that came highly recommended but they were all open at different hours) Zeruko and Gandarias. Zeruko was definitely one of the lighter handed ones, very creative stuff with a number of cured fish preparations. The foie gras atop a layer of creamy cheese was perhaps less heart healthy than some of the others but the generous cut of foie and the modest price (3 euro) made it a bit too tempting. It was difficult to really get the full shot of one of the food presentations at these pintxos bars (we gave it a shot anyway) but it was a compelling and inviting display that, because of the various health codes in California anyway, could never be replicated here. Looking at all of the prepared items and simply pointing to what looked good to you and getting immediate gratification was a delicious divergence from the normal eatery scenario. Fun stuff, too bad you have to go all the way to Spain to have this kind of experience.

Foie gras and the ever-present glass of Txakoli

Foie gras and the ever-present glass of Txakoli

More pintxos.

More pintxos.

Later in the day, when we were hungry, we had planned to do a more serious ‘bar hopping’ for dinner. Unfortunately, our body clocks were not in sync with the locals and a number of the food bars on our hit list were closed, set to reopen in a couple of hours. So we decided to go back to have dinner at a bar that we had visited earlier, Gandarias, which was also on that list and had one of the hipper wine lists for this area. They were also famous for serving Joselito brand jamon, arguably the Romanee Conti of pork products. We knew of this ham’s reputation and had even had it on a couple of occasions. We had seen one in a market stall in Madrid available for sale (they are so in demand that they are allocated to buyers) at 74 euro per kilo…$47 per pound, bone and all). Here they had probably two dozen hang from racks behind the bar and over a strairwell. We had plates of Joselito, artichokes, a cheese selection and an old Contino Rioja, and that served as a perfectly fine dinner.

San Sebastian is one of those special splaces. As I have said to folks individually, it is one of the coolest places we have ever visited. It’s a little bit like Santa Fe, New Mexico in the sense that it has a certain aura, a certain charisma that you can’t necessarily verbalize, but you can definitely feel. We have traveled to Europe a reasonable bit and have seen some places. This is one of those places we want to come back to. Tomorrow we start heading home.

HILLS, RIVERS, AND WILD WINES

The last day of the formal ‘wine trip’ was to be spent with Raul Perez and some of his vintner and, as days go, it was pretty memorable for a number of reasons.  It all started with a drive from Villefrancha to the vineyards in Bierzo through winding mountainroads and occasional small towns.  It seemed the drive took a long time but that was due in part because the bus driver, who had been an amazing asset throughout the trip, apparently missed one miniscule turn and we got off course.  When we go to our destination, as you probably have come to expect, our first order of business was to walk the vineyard, or in this particular case, literally climb it up the switchbacks that scaled probably 300-400 ft vertically along the terraced vineyards.  It was a pretty good hike to the top but everyone was determined to make except Kathy who wasn’t sure the knee she injured spelunking in the bodegas at Torremoron would take the hill so she stayed in the bus with a book.

I made it a good way up the hill but was forced to return back down prior to reaching the summit because of the, shall we say, lack of a handy hillside WC.  I returned to the bus fully with the intent of a second attempt to reach the summit.  Upon exiting the bus I heard Kathy, who was the only other person besides the driver there, talking to someone just out of view.  It turned out Raul Perez who had been sent down the hill in his 4 wheel drive Mercedes SUV to fetch the injured traveler and, as it turned out, me as well.

To say the drive up was uneventful would be accurate because nothing actually happened other than going up the road.  Of course, in reality, comparisons to the Indiana Jones ride at Disneyland were appropriate with one small exception…with the “Indy’ ride, you know it’s Disney so you don’t actually fear for your life.   We’re sure hard core vineyardist that he is, Raul knew every inch of the vineyard and the, ahem, ‘road’ up the hillside.  But there was still a little angst as we flew up the dirt road taking some pretty sharp turns probably faster than recommended speed.  Still, there was no extra charge for the thrill ride.  At the top the red and white from that particular area were assessed and we all turned to descend with the exception of Kathy who Raul offered to usher back down the hill.  When he got to the bottom, Raul simply decided that, since we were all going to the same place from here, he would just escort his charge to the next venue himself and arrive a little ahead of the bus.  So I watched as he, my wife, and a mini-Joselito ham that I had seen in the back seat, disappeared around a turn.

Our boat to the vineyards of Ribiera Sacra

Our boat to the vineyards of Ribiera Sacra

The drive to the Sil River was another hour or so on mountain roads in strikingly beautiful countryside that was atypical of anything I had seen previous in Spain.  We ultimately arrived at a marina on the Sil River where we were instructed to board a boat.  The vineyards here in the Ribiera Sacra DO are dauntingly steep…Germany steep…Cornas steep.  Some of them are only accessible by boat, some need to be scaled using ladders. 

The vineyards of Ribiera Sacra

The vineyards of Ribiera Sacra

The visuals were stunning, even difficult to fathom.  It all seemed surreal but that was only the setup.  In the boat as we cruised leisurely down the river were any array of tapas, all home made by the mother of one of Raul’s friends, who also presented his wines.  We also tasted through the whole lineup of Raul’s extremely limited, benchmark efforts including ‘Sketch’, Prieto Pecudo, El Pecado and Muti.  (as an aside, if you saw the recent issue of Wine Advocate, these all got crazy-big scores) with among other things some sensational meats, barnacles, and some of the best tortilla we had tasted…all floating down the river on a picture perfect sunny day.  The whole thing was pretty idyllic.

For those of you not familiar with Raul Perez, he is one of those ‘no fear’ types that will try anything if he thinks it will make better wine.  There are no lengths to which he will not go if he believes it might work.  Later in the day in a warmish building we tasted a number of experiments that didn’t work including varietals that were quite atypical for Spain (where on earth did he get a Riesling?).  He was unafraid to show them and admitted as he poured them he didn’t think it all worked out very well. 

A classic example that will illustrate the Raul Perez story is the Sketch, a 100% Albariño from Raixas Bias.  He makes 100 cases only and the 2007, the ‘cuvee’ we drank on the boat, just got a 95 in the recent Wine Advocate.  It was unlike anything we had tasted before.  He ferments the wine in special egg shaped barrels which, according to Raul, allow the lees to circulate through the barrel on their own according to the flow of gravity, though he also employs battonage (lees stirring) during its twelve months in barrel.  When it is bottled, it is then loaded into large basket (unlabeled and unfoiled mind you) and lowered into the sea to precisely 30 meters of depth for a period of 60 days. 
When asked about the process, his response was that deeper than 30 meters did not produce the desired effect because the pressure level was not advantageous.  Too much salt got into the wine because of the increased water pressure, whereas just the right amount of salinity occurred at 30 meters.  How did he come up with this?  We’re not sure we could even explain it or fully understand it, but to say he marches to a different drummer does this man justice.  We’re not even sure he is hearing instruments we even  know.  But the wines truly are unlike anything we have ever experienced and , yes, they are really good.  They are also very expensive, hugely labor intensive, and made in ridiculously small quantities (A Trabe-30 3-packs for the US, Sketch-40 6packs for the country, El Pecado-16 3packs…you get the picture).  The fact that the press even reviews wines made in this kind of quantity is arguably unconscionable yet they are unique to the wine world so people should know about them, shouldn’t they?

A TASTING, A CAR, AND A TRIP NORTH

Parador de Torredesilos, Site of the portfolio tasting

Parador de Torredesilos, Site of the portfolio tasting

Taking a night off indeed proved to be refreshing and we were in fine shape when it was time for what amounted to a traditional trade tasting in a separate facility alongside the main hotel. There were probably 60 wines laid out for the event including our first look this trip at the wines of Barahonda, Bellum and Piñol, wineries that have been off and on players since we first started with the Olé portfolio some 4 years earlier. Other notable items on the table were another assortment of wines from Vinos Sin-Ley poured by the extremely mobile David Sampedro who had made the trip from the Ribera, or Rioja Alavesa (who knows, but the guy obviously gets around). Other things of note were the Godello Papa 2008, increasingly one of our favorite go-to varietals, ValleClaro Rose from Sin-Ley, a striking value called Dacu 2008, a 100% Tempranillo from the Ribera de Guardiana at a silly low price (the group voted it the ‘best value’ of the tasting). Also notable were ‘value’ bottlings (like significantly under $20) from typically pricy locales Priorat (Bodegas la Cartuja) and Toro (Bodegas Cal Blanca).

At the end there was what promised to be a breakthrough presentation of Jerez wines from a small house called Bodegas Poniente. Basically they were sherries referred to as essences, the purest expressions of their various disciplines (Amontillado, Oloroso, Palo Cortado, and Pedro Ximenez) developed from a solera dating back to 1820. The production numbers were silly (only 200 bottles of each produced, 75 for the U.S.) and the prices bordered on ‘huh?’…retail would be in the $400+ range per bottle. The leadoff player, the Oloroso, almost had us considering it but the next three, while interesting, weren’t necessarily at the level it would take to make us take that kind of pricing seriously. In plain English, the story was better than the wine.

One has to admire the chutzpah of put out something like this but it brings about a whole discussion that happens in the Wine Exchange all of the time… is rarity alone enough to justify a price? Now while these wines truly were made in a way that can’t be easily replicated, were they really special enough? Some will say yes simply based on the ambiance and the ‘history’. We’ve have poured enough tastings ourselves (well over 1000 by now) to know there are folks out there that will simply respond to the highest priced wine because it’s the highest price wine. It’s a great story, too, one that will impress. But in the glass 3 of the 4 just didn’t hit that higher plane. They are truly rare, yes, but we have had several examples of old Pedro Ximenez that are equal to or better than the Poniente for a lot less.

We talk with vintners all of the time that want to justify what we view as unrealistic prices simply because there isn’t a lot of a particular wine. There’s way too much of that in the wine industry these days, meaning no disrespect to the folks at Poniente who really believe they have something unique and special…and to a point they do (and have you seen Madeira prices lately?…). Granted it’s a lot different for some guy charging $60 for a Syrah from 2 year old vines simply because he only made 60 cases… or is it? The point is that there is no real formula for this sort of thing, so bravado has its place. But whatever happened to earning your stripes? But we are getting tangential…

After the tasting, it was time for us to pick up our car in the next town as we were going to drive to the next locale and then continue on to San Sebastian while the main group made their way back to Madrid. Jose del Villars, who had come to pour again at the tasting (even though it was all the same people who had been in his bodega just the day before) was kind enough o give us a ride to the next town to pick up our reserved rental car at the airport. At the end of the half hour drive, Jose pulled into the airport and basically parked the car at the curb to walk in with us. Being from Orange County, where there are police to move you along after about a minute, and having made many runs to LAX where even slowing down is frowned upon, we couldn’t believe what we were witnessing, but “when in Rome”. In fact the airport was pretty close to deserted at 3 in the afternoon. We walked up to the window for Europcar to get our rental only to be told that, since we weren’t there within a half hour of our reservation, there was no car for us.
He then proceeded to walk away from the window. I t could have been a disaster but we stepped the 2 feet to the Avis next door, which was not available to us online, and got a car with an automatic transmission (Eurocar only has ‘sticks’). In the end it all worked out OK and we got back to the hotel in time to grab some cold but pretty decent paella (we had missed lunch to get the car). We drove on our own to the next venue, the Parador Villafranca de Bierzo.

We had always heard this part of Spain referred to as ‘green Spain’, but it was almost like one of the old cartoons where we went up one side of a mountain where the topography was the semi-arid Southern California desert-esque landscape, and when we came down the other side there was almost immediately noticeably more greenery and trees.

The Parador in Villafranca de Bierzo was a cool old monastery, visually very appealing. But it seemed as if the property hadn’t been updated much since there were monks living here. Hey we like old wood floor and interesting old windows, but there was no air conditioning and the bed was pretty modest. This is the only Parador we stayed at that we would not recommend.

The town itself was pretty interesting. It was on the pilgrim’s route to Santiago de Compostola and had a well preserved Templar castle that was not open to the public. So the story goes, if you didn’t have enough left to get yourself to the main pilgrimage site at Santiago di Compostola, you could get your absolution here.

It would be difficult to describe the events later that evening other than we were at a restaurant that a few folks had been shuttled to via private cars driven by friends of Raul Perez. Raul was late getting to the restaurant and somehow David Sampedro was in Bierzo, too (the guy gets around). We met Raul and the evening should have given a real insight into Perez’ way of doing things as we experienced a curious array of very old whites, current mid-range reds and other older reds that were somehow connected to this process (some were his family’s but it wasn’t always clear to us whether he made them, others were announced merely as curiosities). As the clock hit midnight we’d decided it was time to part and we left with the couple from New York that were the photographers working on shooting the properties for construction of a new website of Olé imports. We managed to make it back with the help of a GPS and 4 pairs of eyes remembering landmarks they had seen. We made it with only one detour (we turned one road too early and got a little lost in the town of Villefranca where we were staying, though that is how we found the Templar castle). The next day was the last of the planned importer trip with a look at the Ribiera Sacra and Bierzo regions.

RUEDA Y TORO

Today’s first stop was Rueda, white wine country, and the Bodega Hermano del Villar (del Villar Brothers).  This rather sizeable estate of 247 acres of vines spans an elevated, gently rolling plateau at an attitude of 2400 feet.  Continental climate here with great variation between day and night temperatures which keeps the vines fresh and helps the grapes preserve the all important acidity that give this wine the necessary verve.   The vineyard is covered in small round ‘river stones’ that visually look like vineyards we have seen in Saint Julien in Bordeaux, and the subsoil is a mixture of line and clay which helps retain moisture in this sometimes arid, breezy spot.  Most Ruedas we have tasted over the years were pretty simple, utilitarian juice, but lately there has been a real move throughout Spain to upgrade the quality of the whites through lower yields, better vineyard management and vinification techniques such as battonage (lees stirring).  The vines here average over 30 years, impressive for a property this size and they further work on quality by taking the unusual step of harvesting at night when it’s cooler.  This apparently serves to further reduce oxidation. 

We started with the obligatory vineyard tour, interesting in this case because the distinct appearance really is unique among all the vineyards we saw on this trip.  We were not familiar with Hermanos del Villar wines so this particular discovery may bear some fruit.  We then went back to the winery, which is located in the town of Rueda, and saw the stainless steel fermentation tanks in the efficient winery area, then on to what was a tasting/hospitality room fashioned around an old Roman wine press.

Ancient Roman Wine Press

Ancient Roman Wine Press

  The varietals grown here are Viura, Verdejo, and Sauvignon Blanc, but the Oro de Castilla, made of 100% Verdejo was the star of the show.  If it tastes as good when it arrives and hits the right price point, it will likely be a major feature, something we haven’t said much thus far on this trip.

Of course in Spain, one does not sit around and merely drink, so along came a jamon, complete with a jamoncero, and some bread and olive oil they produce on the estate, which provided a pretty striking companion to these refreshing whites.  As we were waiting for the caterers to arrive with lunch we walked about three blocks and were shown, quietly tucked away in a non descript building you could only get to by passing through another building, what turned out to be what might be described as a junior, junior, junior Davis, a wine lab that had dozens of various studies and experiments going.  It was apparently where all the local vintners came to get work done and the full time enologist there was conducting some of the labs own studies as well.  There were tanks, beakers, and all manner of containers with varying identifying markings.

Lunch in the cave.

Lunch in the cave.

 

Back to the   winery for lunch in what was the “deepest cellar in all of Rueda” or some such.  One had to feel a little sorry for the ladies that worked for the caterers who basically had to haul the plates, glasses, and food up and down the 58 or 59 steps to the cellar (yes I counted them but forgot to write it down).   Baccalau (salt cod), a big time staple throughout the Iberian Peninsula, and some other tasty things were served with more white wine, it was a pretty good day so far.  Back up the stairs, and a little later on we were off to Toro and Bodegas Matarredonda. 

As happens sometimes on these trips, someone can kind of hit a wall, and that happened about the time we arrived in the Matarredonda vineyard, the Bodgea founded in 2000 by Alfonso Sanz Rojo.  The 60 acre vineyard contained lots of old vines ranging from 70 to 140 years old and, on the surface, we were remembering a first visit to Toro in 2000 where I walked among the old vines for a project that pretty much put Toro on the international wine stage, Numanthia.  Was this going to be another such discovery?  The prior vintages had some pretty serious scores ranging from 91 to 94 point from Wine Advocate. 

Patrick Mata of Ole with Winemaker Rosa Zarza of Matarredonda

Patrick Mata of Ole with Winemaker Rosa Zarza of Matarredonda

In all fairness, it was warm, it was windy, and about the last thing we felt like doing at the moment was walking around a dusty vineyard.  Seeing the vineyard and the old vines is of value, don’t get us wrong.  But there comes a point where it becomes a little silly.  After all, are you going to gain more knowledge if you look at the vines longer?  We would have quietly gone back onto the bus at that point, but the bus was gone.  Maybe our mood wasn’t right, but when the vineyard walk was over and we finally tasted the two Toros, the impression was of a wine with some persistent hard acids.  We reserved final judgement until later (we tasted both the 2005s and the 2004s when we returned and really didn’t change our mind).  After going to the modern, clean winery set on a small hillock and having a few bites of Tortilla, we bowed out for the evening hoping that an early night to bed might do wonders for the psyche.

Sr. Rojo was a gracious host and all, but this had to rank as one of the disappointments of the trip.  This would have been a great story…new winery, old vines, scores, attractive winemaker.  But the wine didn’t perform to our expectations in the glass so it won’t happen here (at winex), although it will probably happen somewhere.  A point we make over and over is that it’s all about the juice.  Trips are fine, going out to dinner, there are all kinds of events that can happen to put a positive spin on somebody’s impression of a wine.  It takes a lot of discipline to focus on what you are tasting and close out everything else.  But it’s important because you can’t deliver the ambiance to your customers.  The wine has to pass muster all by itself.  Ah well, early to bed…

2nd day in Ribera del Duero

Today the first stop was Torremoron, in our minds a very successful little cooperative located in the town of Quintanamanvirgo (population 106).Bodegas Torremoron has been running since 1957 and has 300 members that control some 500 acres of vineyards.  You don’t have to be a math whiz to figure out that it’s a lot of folks with small parcels of land.   Naturally, for openers, we walked the vineyards…up a dirt road, across row of small hills and down the other side.  Here we saw some of the more memorable things of the trip.  The first was some really old vines, some reaching up to 120 years of age.  These plots have been here for a long time and generations of families have farmed these lands. 

A 120 year old vine, Steve and Kathy (less than 100 years)

A 120 year old vine, Steve and Kathy (less than 100 years)

As we came down the hillside and back onto a different dirt road that took us back toward the town, we noticed a number of small old structures and doorways that literally led into the hillside. The explanation of the various buildings was, effectively, they were work sheds that had been built over the years and used by various families for various reasons in the growing/winemaking process. As to the earth structures along the roadside, we were told there were the individual bodegas of the families.

For centuries individual families had stored their own wines in these caves dug down into the limestone substrata. Some of them went down 20-30 steps where the earth kept things naturally ‘temperature controlled. Steve, who is roughly the size of an NFL lineman didn’t make the trek down because the passage ways were built for folks a lot smaller.

Kathy went down and as 7-8 people (which is all that went down at a time and we suspect had the fire marshal of Quintanamanvirgo been there, the number would probably have been reduced to pairs) crowded in the small spaces at the bottom of the stairs, she tripped over a barrel in the dark cellar and slightly injured her knee (she was OK but that fact will play into something else later).

Then it was lunch time, which was quite a treat (Spaniards do know how to eat so long as you aren’t concerned about vegetable intake…hard to imagine what a vegan would consume in this part of Spain. Steve had seen this process once before, Kathy here for the first time had not. It all started with a big pile of grapevine cuttings which were set ablaze (again no fire marshal within sight).

Step1:  Burn...Step 2: Spread....Step3: Grill

Step1: Burn...Step 2: Spread....Step3: Grill

After the pile had burned to basically smoldering embers, the Torremoron folks produced racks of lamb chops and sausages that were then placed over the ‘coals’ and barbecued. We don’t suggest trying this at home but it is quite a process and the results are pretty delicioso. From that point some folks napped, others hiked to other vineyards, and a few, perhaps fearing that their blood alcohol levels were in danger of dipping, made their way to what may have been the town’s only bar roughly 50 yards from where the bus was parked. We popped into the for a visit to the WC (no, really) and a shot of coffee (which cost like $1) and couldn’t help but notice that there were 20-25 locals in the room in the middle of the day on a weekday, more folks that we had seen total outside in the entire town not counting the folks from Torremoron.

After a spell, the entire scattered herd made it back to the bus and it was off to Vizcarra. As to the wine, the 2006 Torremoron had been a wine of the month for us and a ‘90’ from Wine Advocate. We’ll reserve comment on the 2007 and 2008 that we tasted until they arrive, only saying that the 2008 might ultimately turn out OK. We’ll see. The people were gracious as could be, however, genuine salt of the earth/tied to the land types.  They had great raw materials in their old Tempranillo vines but the process, while quite fastidious, was pretty low-tech.

JC Vizcarra's brand spankin' new winery...

JC Vizcarra's brand spankin' new winery...

Everything was state of the art and we had ham, tortilla, etc at a long table set up among the tanks where we tasted the new wines from Vizcarra. Vizcarra, located in the town of Mambrilla and sitting at just under 3000’ elevation, is a winery that we had done very well with this year. Their Ines and Celia bottlings are spectacular ‘super-reserves’ and the 2006 JC Vizcarra is a notable value at $18.99 with an Advocate ‘92’.Check out the Vizcarras at winex.com. So we were interested in seeing how he did in the more difficult 2007 vintage. Vizcarra is the opposite of Torremoron.He had all of the bells and whistles. The sparkling winery had the look of something recently completed (there was still a little construction debris outside). Everything was gravity flow including a huge elevated bracket arm (they called an Obi I believe) that could transport a tank of wine to any spot in the winery (thus preventing the need for pumping, which gravity flow guys don’t want to do because they feel it beats the wine up too much). Steve had seen this only once before at another Ribera facility, Abadia Retuerta, nearly nine years ago. 

We had the opportunity to try a 1999 version of the Torralvo single vineyard which was sweet fruited by comparison and packed with spicy plum and berry fruit. with notes of coffee.  Nicely put together and certainly pleasing though I can’t help but think the breeding isn’t there to support a $70+ price point.  The 2006 Torralvo showed more layers abd grip, rich and sweet, persistent and somehow classier.  Not as easy going front to back as the Perfil we had the night before at Mibal and, as a consumer, for roughly $20 per bottle less, I’d buy the Perfil.  The Celia and Ines are made in silly small quantities (220 and 380 cases respectively) and fall into that dangerous category of being priced really high because they are so rare.  They are very good wines, certainly the equals of the high scoring (Wine Advocate 95 and 93 respectively) 2005s, and we wouldn’t bet against them in a blind showdown against some big gun Bordeaucx of equal stature.  But he marketplace is full of icon-priced Spanish wine with very short reputations.  Many of them are great but, as a buyer, I’m not sure how many of these kinds of things we need to have on hand these days. 

We slept that night at the beautiful Parador Tordesillas where Olé was going to hold a small portfolio tasting in one of the conference rooms the next day.

We realize we haven’t   put a lot of tasting notes into these.  Actually it is not our custom to share our opinion with suppliers, the competition, et’ al., so we don’t usually say much.  But this time we’ll run through our notes just to let you see the process.  The 2008 Vizcarra, their entry level ‘joven’ (young wine) was the first one done 100% gravity fed in the new facility.  This seemed like it needed to pick up some flesh and length but it is very young and may yet do so.  Tasting the 2007s didn’t take long because Juan Carlos Vizcarra decided that he didn’t like the reserve lots for Ines or Celia, or the single vineyard Torralvo well enough to bottle them separately (and charge $75-125 prices for them). So he put all of it into the JC Vizcarra bottling that will sell for around $20. It was one of the better examples of the vintage we tasted, not surprisingly, and it will be interesting to see how it fares against other similarly priced items when it gets here later this year.  It was pretty front loaded with cranberry and spice notes and an almost, as the French call it, crunchy nature to the fruit.  If the edges round out a little it will be a good drink but timing will be important.  (As a post script, we came back and bought more of the 2006 JC Vizcarra which was surprisingly still available…a bird in the hand and all).
 

Something in a fixer-upper?

Something in a fixer-upper?

The little bodegas definitely oozed with history. Thinking about all of the folks who had gone up and down these stairs over the course of hundreds of years, how much the world had changed over time yet this spot was still pretty bucolic. Some of the ‘structures’ were built using large cut stone blocks. A few had carvings on them and it was explained that some the locals had borrowed these stones from Roman structures that were in the area.

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