Wine history in Europe is pretty much split into two distinct periods. That’s before and after the phylloxera. Phylloxera is a vine pest that came over from North America in the 1860s and effectively ate its way through the roots of most of Europe’s vineyards.
Between 1870 and 1895 it’s estimated up to 80%of Europe’s vineyards were destroyed. The fallout from the disaster saw tough times for many, but Rioja, as I found out on a recent trip, could be argued to have been one of the few winners.
A couple of weeks back I got to visit Rioja for the first time. We headed off to a town called Haro, which has a collective of 7 top wineries that run an annual festival the Cata Estacion Del Haro. Pay your money, wander round for the weekend, and eat and drink and be merry.
Sounds good, eh?
Check out this little teaser I made for YouTube…and check your diary for next year 🙂
The frustrated words of the immortal Ron Burgundy. Something I’ve been uttering to myself as I sat on the train down to Gatwick on Sunday morning. I was off to Rioja for the first time in my life and wondering just how stupid I’d be feeling over the next few days. I’ve never learned to speak Spanish and spending time in Spain makes me feel like a complete pillock.
As I mentioned last week, there’s been plenty of net research, book reading, and general back ache from sitting down infront of the computer too much this week. It’s been all about my gin project for my next WSET exam. And guess what? I haven’t finished it!! I know, crap isn’t it?!
I was sat here earlier flicking through some old photos and doing a bit of editing of stuff I haven’t got round to. I came across a load from a trip to Barcelona from 2014 with the wife and our mates Miles and Laura. Just going through the photos brought back some great memories, so I thought “sod it!”, here comes another post!
After a morning on the back of Xavi’s pick up, we were in need of some grub, and Timmer had the perfect place in mind. Luckily too, it was just down the main road thorugh the village of Gratallops. The stunningly picturesque winery-with-a-restaurant-attached Clos Figueras.
You might have seen a couple of pictures, or even the YouTube clip of it, but here’s my blog piece about my recent trip out to Barcelona, with the wife, and my mates Miles and Laura. The few days in Barcelona were great, but for any wine-o’s out there, the trip to Priorat was, and is, an absolute must!
Well it’s been a funny old few days in Please Bring Me My Wine land, and I’ll bring you up to speed with all that as we go, but for now here’s me on the (sort of) tele!
Earlier today I popped along to a tasting morning by the fine people at Juvé & Camp. They’ve been making world class Cava for decades, and I have to say this was Cava like nothing I’d ever drunk before. But more on that later, this tasting was all about pointing out the Cava point of difference.
3 wines were up this week, and all three from the most famous of the Catalan regions: Priorat DOQ. To an extent I’d messed it up a bit as I’d have liked to have tried a few from round the houses, but 3 wines from the almost-guaranteed-quality of Priorat? I wasn’t going to moan too much.