Tempranillo! The grape that made Calaveras County famous! (OK, along with frogs, Mark Twain, and an infamous archeological hoax... I'm looking at you, Clampers!)
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 Calaveras County vineyards
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.