Tumbling out of the car, I stepped into a stream of sunshine, still cool due to it being morning. Around me stood brown brick buildings, old, collecting sunshine. It smelled fresh, like spring. Having been subjected to rain and wind for the previous two weeks, I welcomed the sun and the vitamin D. I was in Ollauri, a small Spanish town in La Rioja, Spain's wine region, known for the 16th century bodega* Conde de los Andes.
Although I am no wine connoisseur, and will never be one of those people who knowledgeably swirls her Merlot in a thick-stemmed red wine glass while postulating pretentiously on the hints of rich flavor my taste buds pick up, I find wineries to be rather interesting. I have always been of the opinion that there is something rustic and homely about wineries. They have their own stories, their own traditions, their own flavors. The wine business is an entire culture, and a rather popular one, at that. Furthermore, I find the amount of work and effort that goes into producing wine unbelievable. It seems to me a continuous task. Considering wine has to age for a generous amount of time, imagine how much wine is produced daily to keep shelves full worldwide!
Walking through the stone cellar of Conde de los Andes, I saw bottles of wine, covered in a gentle web of white mold, that have been aging since 1918. 1918. These bottles barely missed WWI and have lived through WWII, the Cold War, and the invention of the internet. Even if I did have 300E that I wanted to invest in a bottle of red, I doubt that I could ever bring myself to open it. A 92 year-old bottle of wine is more an antique than a beverage.
I was still somewhat mulling over the concept of an almost centennial bottle of wine when I arrived in Elciego, a small Basque town that houses Marques de Riscal, a bodega designed by giant, twisted, metal sheet aficionado, architect Frank Gehry.
The incredibly modern design of the winery stands out immensely amidst the constant brown tradition of Elciego. It is rather stunning.
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