Showing posts with label Spain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spain. Show all posts

Monday, July 16, 2012

Notes from the Don Quixote wine trail


The lady with the red tresses is enologist Rosalia Molina, who, with her husband Manuel, owns a winery that's growing 200 acres of grapes at an elevation of 3,500 feet. (That's higher than any vineyard site in North America.) In the central limestone plateau of Spain, AltoLandon grows French varieties like syrah, malbec, petit manseng and cab franc, alongside garnacha (the French call it grenache), and the widely planted indigenous grape called bobal.

Modern windmills capture nature's energy on the hillcrests beyond the vineyards, where, it's said, Don Quixote once tilted at their predecessors. The ground could be the Rhone Valley of France, strewn with football-size rocks. The denominatin of origin here is Manchuela, part of a grape-growing region, Castilla-La Mancha, that has over one million acres under vine. Warm days, cool nights, and, most important, luminosity: 3,500 hours a year of bright, strong sunlight. The region, outside Madrid, is at 38 degrees N, so it's similar to Sicily and Sacramento in terms of daylight profile, but the high altitude makes all the difference.

Normally, wines from Castilla-La Mancha show more minerality than fruit, but AltoLandon's wines are full of fruit. The wine they call Rayuelo, in particular, explodes with crushed ripe strawberry aromas, wafting from the glass atop a solid base of tobacco earthiness. The bobal grape reaches its best potential in this long growing season, achieving almost unheard of levels of aromatics. AltoLandon's version, blended with fresh, bright malbec, is stunning.

Two more surprising things about this wine. First, if it were available in Washington State, it would cost around $16 (a steal, if you don't mind my saying so). Second, at this writing, at least, it doesn't have an importer.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Clubby in Spain, Democratic in Seattle

Txoko dinner at Txori in Belltown, 2008
The Wall Street Journal's admirable online food & drink section had an interesting story this morning about txokos, which it described as all-male bastions of culinary invention and clubby dining.

In Spain's Basque Country, perhaps, but not in Seattle.

Carolin Messier and her ex-husband Joseba Jimenez di Jimenez used to run monthly txoko dinners at their Belltown pintxos bar Txori (pintxos being Basque tapas). Coed, lively, and open to all. Txoko, Messier points out, literally translates as "corner" in Basque and refers to places where men gathered to cook and enjoy their own food and drink, gastronomic societies, in other words.

"This spirit of preparing and enjoying good food can be appreciated at Txori," Messier wrote in an email newsletter three years ago, "but don't worry, women are very welcome!"

Alas, Txori is now closed, but Messier remains at the helm of Harvest Vine in Madison Park, where the Txoko tradition continues!

Harvest Vine, 2701 E. Madison, Seattle, 206-320-9771

And now a couple of boozy photos, since this is a blog about booze.

Negroni at Txori

Digestivos at Cafe Iruna in Pamplona, 2008