
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.


















In the end, there was the first of many jamons Iberico, the cured hams traditional in Spain. Having been in the meat business some three decades ago and pretty handy with a knife, I assisted in slicing as there was no jamoncero (a server who specializes in slicing up a the jamons). A little bit more red wine and off on the bus to the small town of Tudela.







