Atlantic Whites: Galicia to the Minho

Chilled and poured blind, built around one idea: the cool Atlantic fringe of Iberia, where the whites turn saline, taut and high on acid. We follow the coast from granite country toward the river valleys, then take a single detour that swaps the ocean for a volcano. No labels and no running order to read, but expect bright, briny, summer-in-a-glass pours with a ringer or two to keep you honest.