Parcela Eiravedra

Mmm, this is intriguing, though it's playing hard to get. Green apple and cream peek through a veil of sea spray and perfumed minerals. The flor work here is subtle - just oxidative whispers that add savoury depth without announcing themselves. Acid levels are frankly ridiculous, like licking a battery dipped in Atlantic brine, but somehow it's beautiful rather than brutal. This isn't about fruit - it's about place, about rocks and salt and electricity. Fine-boned, almost delicate, yet charged with this restless energy. Give it time to open; it's worth the patience.