Eugenia Keegan

Leaving  Collioure was not easy but the other end promised lunch and joy with the Grangeon family.  I arrived at noon to the aromas of baking.  Myriam had prepared a feast:  Pear/Walnut Salad, Roast, Pommes Frites, Fresh Beans, a Selection of Cheeses, and the wonderful smelling fruit tart.  All washed down with old vine grenache from Cristia.

It was great to get caught up.  The family was in semi-chaos as they were moving their offices into Papi’s house (which is next to the winery) and him into the old offices at the lower level under son Alain and daughter-in-law Myriam.  A smart arrangement for all but a big move for Papi…..well, everyone.

Before lunch I made a full sweep of vineyards that I know in the area.  One thing that I did see that was completely new were these small brown plastic attachments on these old vines.  I asked Alain what they were…..and was very surprised to learn that these devices have been used since the 80’s to confuse certain predators such as grape berry moths.  It made for a very lively discussion and I learned several new words!

It was a lovely way to end my stay.

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One of the Thirteen Approved Varieties for CdP….Grenache Rouge

Bud Growth, March 28, 2012, Grenache Rouge in CdP

My Adorable Traveling Companion: Little Op

Sunrise over Middle America from Plane; Next Stop: Home

It was time to head back to France and prepare for my return home.  This is always a bittersweet moment as I LOVE to be at home, and yet I LOVE to be in Europe.

My final day was to be spent with my wonderful French family, the Grangeons.  Of course Myriam invited me to lunch which is always so delicious and so en famille.

So I spent my last day exploring the AOC Banyuls/AC Collioure.  These wines are also made primarily from old vine grenache.  Banyuls is the sweet version, Collioure the dry.  We don’t see much Collioure in the states….but maybe, just maybe I should try to change that.  There is an incredible amount of acreage still supporting the old vines, and as usual on extreme slopes.

It doesn’t hurt that the area is near the town of Collioure which is absolutely off the charts lovely.  I guarantee that I will be staying there again SOON.  Truly heaven on earth.

New Territory?

In Sight of the Sea

South View of Collioure, Castle Above

Looking Northwest

Entering Town from the South

Climbing Along the Sea Wall

Art Along the Sea Wall

View from the Cafe, Final Evening, Final Glass of Rosé

After a morning of more exploration following up the tips from chef Jesus Marie, I set off toward Montsant/Priorat.  My plan was to stop along the way and I decided in the very late part of the afternoon that the large city of Lleida would be my destination.

The weather thus far had been somewhere between perfect and more than perfect.  Warm breezy days were the counterpoint to cold nights, the best for deep sleep under luscious down comforters.  But this day a storm drifted in from the north and it was cold and wet.  I arrived later than hoped to Lleida but had my trusty IBIS hotel book and although the Accor Group does not have a lot of hotels yet in Spain, Lleida was listed in their 2012 book.  I arrived as the dreary late afternoon was turning a dark gray and started my general wandering around the city heading to the centro part of town, looking for hotel signs.  An hour later I was still wandering around looking for the hotel….or for that matter at this point, any hotel.  I was having no luck.  I had noticed a hotel just as I pulled off the auto pista and decided I should head back to that.  It took far too long to retrace my steps but finally, and almost accidently, I found the hotel.  I pulled up to the front very relieved to find my resting spot for the night but before even getting out of the car I thought better of this.  Perhaps it was the proximity to the AP but somehow this did not look like the kind of place where a single woman (of any age!) should be staying.  So, I turned around to return to Lleida.  I headed back to the center of the city and started my hunt again for my IBIS or any other hotel that looked like a good place to rest my head.  Unbelievably, I could not find any hotel that looked halfway decent (and I have stayed in my share of those) and kept looking.  Thankfully as I neared the train station there was a tourist office….and this being Spain it was still open at 7:30. I drove around the block and then into the alley going the wrong way just to get somewhat close to the office (By now I am SO used to those looks…..I just smile and wave).  In my best Spanish I asked about the IBIS and showed the clerk the book.  Ah……turns out that this IBIS is not open yet….probably the end of March.  That was both wonderful as it confirmed why I could not find the hotel, but it left me without a clue.  But the clerk gave me a couple of ideas, a map and off I went.  By now the rain was coming down in sheets and it was completely dark (this was a few days before day light savings in Europe) but I had a map!  Let’s see….how many times did I get to practice my Spanish vocabulary and the art of asking directions?…..well, plenty.  But finally I pulled up in front of the NH Lleida…..and thankfully they had a room.  I am sure you can feel and hear the sigh of relief when I had parked the car, pulled my suitcase up to my room, and opened that bottle of wine.

It continued to rain, hard, the next day, which was coincidentally the 21^st of March.  In no time I was in the high hills and valleys of Montsant/Priorat.  David and I had visited the region in May of 2010 which was great in helping me with the lay of the land.  But I had forgotten how absolutely beautiful the area is.  It is extreme farming whether grapes, almonds, or olives.  I pulled into my destination, the Hostal Sport in Falset just in time to close the restaurant for lunch.

By late afternoon the storms had retreated, the sun was dappled through billowy clouds and the air was clean and fresh.  The next couple of days were picture perfect spring days and I spent them exploring every small sub-region, the varied vineyards, and many small grower/vintners.

I arrived having forgotten our first date; I left perfectly smitten.

Guiamets Resevoir through Old Vines

Retrofitted Irrigation on Old Vines

Extreme Farming on Schist

Steep Slopes and a Solution to Erosion

Hmmmm, Maybe I Should Turn Around…..

Shear Schist

“Trellis” Retrofit

One of the Five Towns of Priorat

The next stop along the grenache trail was the DO Campo de Borja.  The area does not get a lot of respect sadly.  Perhaps because the wines that hail from the area, at least many that we see in the states are so reasonably priced….really, $8.99/bottle and even less.  But in fact this appellation has some of the most exciting old vine viticulture in Spain.  Garnacha is by far the number one grape with 68% of the red production which is just short of 95% of the grapes.  The weather is heavily influenced by the Moncayo Mountains.

The trip from Navarra to Campo de Borja was remarkable as I climbed to about 2200 ft. along miles and miles of hillside terraces neatly cascading down to the Huecha River bench land.   The tiers were filled with a variety of fruit and nut trees each in a different state of spring flowering.  Neat, tidy, serene, and beautiful steps of agriculture nestled at the foot of the Moncayos still covered in snow.

As I wandered the countryside from one end of the valley to the other and up to the south and down to the north I discovered one small ag town after another.  What I did not expect to encounter was the town of Talamantes.

Apparently the Moncayo mountains are a hiker’s heaven.  As I drifted along a country road with agriculture on both sides I hit the dead end at the town of Talamantes.  This is the headlands to the Parque Nacional del Moncayo and I am sure that on a summer day the place is packed.  But on this late winter day of pure sunshine and spring hopes I found the place deserted.  I left the car and walked the town for perhaps an hour.  I did not see or hear the activities of a single person.  One lazy older Golden Retriever was sunning himself on the side porch but did not even cock an ear as I walked past.  The place was eerie and gorgeous.  Fantasies of hiding here for a week or two were only enticed when I looked into charming renovated homes and apartments available by the week or the month.

Next stop was the well known Wine Museum for DO Campo de Borja.  The museum is part of the 12^th century Monasterio de Veruela which is a site in and of itself.  After a too rushed look at this beautiful testament to early grandeur I visited the museum.  The theme is the Empire of Garnacha and is filled with the history (garnacha is originally from Aragon) and importance of the grape variety.   The kids room features “Garnachica” who is the little grape that we follow from vine to bottle…..truly too cute!

A late lunch (yep, 4:00) finished the day with a long conversation with the chef about food and wine and the beauty of pairing the fresh, spicy garnacha wines with the local bounty.  I had a deep sense of pleasure when I could not just explain in some detail and clarity my Old Vine Grenache Project but proudly ran to the car to pull out a bottle of the first finished product.  Of course this new friend introduced me to some of the small, local growers and more insight into the garnacha grown and produced in Campo de Borja.

Marcona Almonds in Full Bloom

Little Patches Here and There

Again, the Old Agriculture and the New Power

Prehistoric Flora? No, Old Olive Trees for Sale

New Construction, Asian Influenced, Spanish Address

Shepherds in the Vineyard???

Yep! Keeping Down the Weeds!

Slopes Along the Huecha River

Welcome to Talamantes

No Need to Worry About Language…..Water

….and Electricity!

Just Waiting for New Owner! At the Foot of the Moncayo

Homes for Rent

Directional Signs for Hikers

And of Course, the Old Castello Overlooking the Town

Oh heavens, where to begin.  After two years of  Conception and Gestation, the Old Vine Grenache Project is a bone fide reality.  I started with some vague idea about old vine grenache and France but had no idea that it would become this.

Yesterday, the 12^th of March I bottled 629 cases of spectacular juice sporting a new label.  The beautiful design was created by Chris Noud from Head for Design and the exquisite printing was executed by CRUSH.

The wine is a collaboration of the Calvets et moi

When I arrived at the domaine yesterday I was as nervous as a school girl on her first date…with the one. For the first hour my heart was in my throat as I sweated each detail.  And incredible as it may seem the bottling went without a hitch.  After an hour I replaced Marie on the bottling line (truly, she had more important things to do in the office) and that mindless repetition finally calmed my nerves.

The Bottling Truck Arrives

The Whole Family at Work: Roger, the Father of Jean-Roger

Double Checking Every Detail

Double Blessed by Marie's Grandfather

And Finally: The Darling in Front of Her Childhood Home; the Concrete Tank

That evening I shared a simple dinner chez Calvet and I seemed quite in control of myself but when I finally reached the apartment I went emotionally ballistic. I was so overwhelmed by the reality of it all that I sat for a couple of hours listening to music and crying like I had lost my best friend.  The joy that I felt was fantastic.

In fact, there is a bit more to March 12, 2012.  I also bought (with my cool cousin Rock and his wife Marnie and David of course) two small vineyard parcels with approximately 1.37 ha of old vine grenache.  I am sure it is clear at this point that the day was filled with just so much joy that my poor old system just wept with gratitude.  Sadly, David was not here (someone has to bring in an income!) but with the miracle of the internet we talked and talked throughout the evening.  Thankfully one can type through the tears.  Of course none of this could have happened without his love, support, and constant consultation.

But before the Irish in me takes over and maudlin becomes a dirty word it is indeed time to refocus and to keep on moving. On Wednesday I leave for Navarre, Spain and have my first appointment at 11:00 am on Thursday.