There’s something undeniably feral about this wine—a wildness that refuses to be tamed. The first sip is a slow, teasing graze of ripe blackberries and juicy plums, the kind that stain your lips as you sink your teeth in. But it doesn’t stop there—oh no. A rush of wild herbs and smoky earth rolls in next, deep and musky, like the scent of fur warmed by body heat. The tannins? Supple but firm, wrapping around your tongue like a playful bite, just enough to make you shiver.
This isn’t a wine for polite company. It’s for those who embrace their instincts—who know the thrill of a chase, the heat of breath on their skin, the delicious tension of being caught. Pair it with charred venison, roasted mushrooms, or a partner willing to get a little... animalistic.
Area: Spain, Catalonia Grapes: Predominantly Garnacha, with other indigenous varieties
