A Tale of Two Riojas: or, Old World vs. New World
I'm not sure I know how to blog anymore--or write anymore, for that matter--but here we go. Instead of writing a draft, editing the draft, thinking about things for a few days or weeks, editing again, and then finally publishing...I'm just spitting this out, like wine into a spit bucket. So sexy. And today I'm writing about one of the few things I know how to do these days, which is: drink wine. I visited my local wine shop today to grab a good deal on a wine from a fancy shmancy winery. But I'm not here to talk about that wine (yet). I'm going to talk about rioja. Apparently. I didn't realize most riojas are made primarily with tempranillo grapes and a few others mixed in. So I felt like a dummy when I asked the shop owner's recommendation for a good tempranillo. I mean, it wasn't a dumb question, but it was way more broad of a question than I realized. Anyway, I had had a delicious tempranillo from a local winery and was interested in trying more of t...