Many, many, years ago I became transfixed with the wines of Spain. Possibly because I lived outside of Perpignan for a while and we would venture into Barcelona for good food and better wine than we got back in Languedoc. But over the years my love affair with Spanish wine stayed strong until Parkerization took place. All of a sudden Spain was the hot commodity. If you didn’t have Spanish wines in your cellar or in your shop you didn’t know wine. Parker started handing out 100+ point scores like there was no tomorrow. Winemakers lapped it all up and began making more and more heavily extracted, Cola meets Barbie style wines. That’s when I moved on…toward Burgundy. Burgundy is its own animal. Not for the feint hearted and not for those who follow the critics scores. Most Burgundians aren’t overly fond of critics – except perhaps Neil Martin.
But what if you could experience the pleasures of Burgundian style wines from Spain? What if there were wine-makers in Spain who didn’t really care about scores, and 100 pointers. Didn’t want to be a Lear Jet owner? What if there were wine-makers who cared more about the actual quality than making a wine for a critic’s taste? Could I be enticed to rethink Spain? Yes.