The man of LaMancha, Don Quixote tilting at windmills. Why is it that as I get older I find fewer people, even my own age who do not understand the reference?
I have a LOVE of Spanish wines. The past decade has seen the quality of these wines take ginormous leaps forward.
This great little Tempranillo is spectacular. Tempranillo is the most widely used grape in this region, and then more so over in Portugal.
The nose on this is just wonderful. Fruit aromas and floral notes abound. The ruby red color glows like a gem in a crown.
Pouring the wine into my mouth I am automatically hit with the richness that goes with that crown. Currant, blackberry, spices that linger for an eternity. The quivering in my tastebuds excites me, my mouth is begging for more. The taste explosions remind me of the popper candies from when I was a kid. Oh the joyride. The sweet succulent tannins that come at the end are a result of 14 months in French oak.
This Don Quixote needs no Sancho to back it, go after all the windmills you want this one wins.