Alma Pazo das Tapias Godello
Rounder and fuller than Verdejo, with pear, apple and white peach, then floral, herbal and mineral edges. Enjoyable rather than profound—but a useful first reading of Godello.
A good introduction
A personal journal · Spain 2026
A holiday measured in streets, tables and bottles—and a clearer sense of what makes a wine worth remembering.
The journey
This was not a formal tasting trip. It was something better: wine encountered in the rhythm of a holiday—over lunch, after music, among market stalls, and in the quiet deliberation of choosing bottles to take home.
Madrid opened the journey to Bierzo, Godello and Ribera del Duero. Barcelona turned the compass toward Montsant, Alella and the scented whites of Catalonia. Between them, a pattern emerged: fruit, yes, but always lifted by freshness; texture without heaviness; tannin with grace rather than force.
Chapter one · Madrid
Madrid supplied both the early lessons and two of the bottles that would eventually travel home. The city’s wine shops made Bierzo feel less like a region on a label and more like a direction of travel.
Rounder and fuller than Verdejo, with pear, apple and white peach, then floral, herbal and mineral edges. Enjoyable rather than profound—but a useful first reading of Godello.
A good introduction“Mencía was the trip’s clearest revelation: vivid fruit, energy and shape without unnecessary weight.”
En Copa de Balón
Paluezas Mencía 2023 was bright, supple and immediately convincing. It earned a place in the suitcase beside La Clave 2022, still waiting to be opened back in London.
Away from the wine shops, Madrid was also about everyday neighbourhood life around Chamberí, Plaza de Olavide and Trafalgar — a part of the trip that made the city feel lived-in rather than staged.
A final Mediterranean stop
Sitges belongs in the route even without a wine tasting attached to it. The visit on 7 September was another Mediterranean pause before the journey looped back to Madrid and then home to London.
The tasting notebook
Not every wine needed to be grand. The useful divide was simpler: bottles that sharpened the palate, bottles that invited another glass, and one that clearly did neither.
Bierzo · Mencía
Silky, fragrant and alive—one of the clearest expressions of why Mencía became the trip’s defining grape.
Bierzo · Mencía
Fresh, juicy and poised. A favourite at a price that made the discovery feel even better.
Rías Baixas · Albariño
One of the strongest white-wine memories of the trip — simply amazing: clean Atlantic brightness, stone fruit and saline lift with both ease and precision.
Ribera del Duero
Ripe and structured, yet polished—the fuller Spanish red style at its most convincing on this trip.
The clear no-rebuy
The one bottle that did not earn a return visit. A useful result in its own right: knowing what not to buy is part of learning a palate.
What Spain revealed
Ripeness works best when acidity keeps the wine moving.
Roundness and structure are welcome; heaviness is not.
Shape and grip matter most when they remain polished.
Saline whites and stony reds leave the longest impression.
The final chapter · London
The holiday ended, but these four bottles carried its geography home—from Bierzo to Priorat. Some were already understood in Spain; others continued the story in London.
Tried in Spain · a confirmed favourite
Awaiting its first KX tasting
Opened and finished in London · more structured and oak-influenced than the fresher Mencías · would buy again
Álvaro Palacios · the Catalan finale