Cepas Antiguas

There is no more valuable legacy than the knowledge passed down by our ancestors. Our Cepas Antiguas range conveys the values passed down by a family of vine growers who, for four generations, have tended their vines and kept intact their passion for wine.

On love and
peace of mind

Tempranillo

I still remember that vintage as if I’d harvested it only yesterday. We’d just entered into the new century, and the ember days were predicting a legendary year. By the second half of April…

On transcendence and rebirth

Garnacha

As that glass of wine neared my nose, it immediately brought back memories of when I first tasted real Garnacha. It took me back to one July. The end of the month was approaching, and I’d just reached thirteen years of age

On love and peace of mind

Tempranillo

I still remember that vintage as if I’d harvested it only yesterday. We’d just entered into the new century, and the ember days were predicting a legendary year. By the second half of April we certainly looked to be on track. The first buds on the vines had begun to shoot, turning the whole vineyard into a sea of green, confirming those expectations. Each day, both in the morning and afternoon, I went through the vines, carefully checking on the new shoots and spurs. And after each day’s work in the vineyard, I sat in the porch, in the company of a Tempranillo from a previous vintage, telling myself that all I needed to do was to keep a close eye on my vines, and then nothing bad could possibly happen to them. The fifth month in the calendar arrived. Then, barely twenty kilometres away from my vineyard, I happened to be walking along a path bordered by white holly flowers, and it was there that I met my partner in life. She would share with me my love of wine and become my other half. Alongside her, I learned how to care for grapes more than I would ever have imagined and almost even more than I had wished. She was the perfect vigneron and cared deeply about vines. Kisses and caresses filled our days during that summer, at the end of which I felt the luckiest man alive. Together, we strolled through my small parcels, tasting the berries, vine by vine, for their acidity, body and sweetness, in what would be an incomparable vintage. Some would say that the excellence of that vintage, like the craziest things or the greatest of love stories, was down to chance, pure luck. But I can assure you people who continue to perform this noble task of vine-growing that no such magnificence will ever occur by sheer coincidence.

On transcendence and rebirth

Garnacha

As that glass of wine neared my nose, it immediately brought back memories of when I first tasted real Garnacha. It took me back to one July. The end of the month was approaching, and I’d just reached thirteen years of age. My brother was about to make his debut as a stilt dancer. Dressed in a beautiful mustard-coloured skirt, white espadrilles with black laces and a brightly-coloured waistcoat with seven stripes (an attire that he had inherited from our uncle), he looked radiant but clearly nervous as he went out of the door of the house. Less than ten seconds had passed before he was making his way back inside. He came in looking more nervous than ever, and came straight up to me and said, “Please, have a glass of this Garnacha with me, will you?” I neither liked wine nor thought it a good idea to have some, but I ended up accepting. After all, responding negatively to older brothers is never a good thing. When his turn finally came to take his place on the slope, down which the dancers performed their art, I watched praying for time to stand still, so I could admire him spinning around again and again above everybody, happily perched on those fifty centimetres of beech wood stilts. This scene would be repeated for eight summers more. Then, one day, shortly after my twenty-first birthday, my brother sat me down at the same kitchen table, poured out two glasses of wine, and told me that now it was my turn. I was to become the eighth post in the Anguiano stilt dance troop. It was like being born all over again.