Tempranillo! The grape that made Calaveras County famous! (OK, along with frogs, Mark Twain, and an infamous archeological hoax...)
Tempranillo! Ten years ago you couldn’t even say “Tem-prah-NEE-yoh” and now, you - ladies and gentlemen - from what was only an inarticulate mass of Cab-swirling tissue, I give you a Cultured, Sophisticated Tempranillo lover about town!
Now get out there and put on that ritz!
These here Tem-per-niller’s got some fine smells, and it tastes purty good too! Smells as sweet as wild cherries growin’ in a mess of poison oak - but it don’t itch so much, I tell you what. It also smells like old Grandpappies fine pipe toe-baccy - not that wacky toe-baccy Uncle Earl used to smoke. Why, I remember that time he was up on the barn roof nekkid as a jaybird for three days..... er, anyways, this Tem-per-niller also tastes like them yummy cherries what grows up on Cherry Hill. Hey, that there reminds me of an old joke...
100% Tempranillo from the Rolleri Vineyard
Food Pairing Notes
Spanish Rubbed Ribeye Steak. ‘Nuff Said….. OR, if that’s not enough said, try it with a Hamburger with grilled onions and a slice of Manchego. And Mexican food! Carnitas, Al Pastor, Carne Asada... you get the idea.