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Slovenia

Podravje

Podravje

Podravje

Crisp Aromatic Hills

Tucked away in the northeast, this area feels a bit like Austria got lost and decided to party in Slovenia. It is all about rolling green landscapes and wines that smell like a fruit basket exploded.

Tucked away in the northeast, this area feels a bit like Austria got lost and decided to party in Slovenia. It is all about rolling green landscapes and wines that smell like a fruit basket exploded.

Tucked away in the northeast, this area feels a bit like Austria got lost and decided to party in Slovenia. It is all about rolling green landscapes and wines that smell like a fruit basket exploded.

Artistic illustration of the Podravje wine region.

Why it's unique

Ancient Vines

Aromatic Whites

Iconic Wind Rattles

Home to the oldest vine on the planet, this place takes history seriously but drinks joyfully. It is the spiritual home of aromatic white wines in this corner of Europe. You will find wooden wind-rattles guarding the vines and terraced vineyards that look like staircases for giants. It is where Furmint - locally called Šipon - proves it does not need sugar to be delicious.

Home to the oldest vine on the planet, this place takes history seriously but drinks joyfully. It is the spiritual home of aromatic white wines in this corner of Europe. You will find wooden wind-rattles guarding the vines and terraced vineyards that look like staircases for giants. It is where Furmint - locally called Šipon - proves it does not need sugar to be delicious.

Home to the oldest vine on the planet, this place takes history seriously but drinks joyfully. It is the spiritual home of aromatic white wines in this corner of Europe. You will find wooden wind-rattles guarding the vines and terraced vineyards that look like staircases for giants. It is where Furmint - locally called Šipon - proves it does not need sugar to be delicious.

Terroir

Continental Climate

Opok Soils

Steep Slopes

Continental climate calls the shots here, meaning hot summers and bitterly cold winters. Those dramatic temperature swings lock intense aromatics inside the skins. Soils are largely marl and sandstone - locally known as opok - which acts like a sponge for minerals. These steep slopes ensure just enough sun exposure to ripen fruit while maintaining zippy acidity that wakes up your palate.

Continental climate calls the shots here, meaning hot summers and bitterly cold winters. Those dramatic temperature swings lock intense aromatics inside the skins. Soils are largely marl and sandstone - locally known as opok - which acts like a sponge for minerals. These steep slopes ensure just enough sun exposure to ripen fruit while maintaining zippy acidity that wakes up your palate.

Continental climate calls the shots here, meaning hot summers and bitterly cold winters. Those dramatic temperature swings lock intense aromatics inside the skins. Soils are largely marl and sandstone - locally known as opok - which acts like a sponge for minerals. These steep slopes ensure just enough sun exposure to ripen fruit while maintaining zippy acidity that wakes up your palate.

You gotta try

Herbal Sauvignon

Zesty Šipon

Floral Traminer

Sauvignon Blanc from these parts will knock your socks off with herbal punchiness. If you want something truly local, grab a bottle of Šipon. It is lean, mean, and smells like quinces and citrus. Don't overlook Traminer if you have a sweet tooth or crave floral bombs. Laški Rizling is the workhorse here, often turning up in refreshing spritzers that locals drink like water.

Sauvignon Blanc from these parts will knock your socks off with herbal punchiness. If you want something truly local, grab a bottle of Šipon. It is lean, mean, and smells like quinces and citrus. Don't overlook Traminer if you have a sweet tooth or crave floral bombs. Laški Rizling is the workhorse here, often turning up in refreshing spritzers that locals drink like water.

Sauvignon Blanc from these parts will knock your socks off with herbal punchiness. If you want something truly local, grab a bottle of Šipon. It is lean, mean, and smells like quinces and citrus. Don't overlook Traminer if you have a sweet tooth or crave floral bombs. Laški Rizling is the workhorse here, often turning up in refreshing spritzers that locals drink like water.

LOCAL TALES

Crusaders Who Never Left

Crusaders Who Never Left

Crusaders Who Never Left

Legend has it that Crusaders marching toward the Holy Land stopped here for a quick drink and never made it any further. They found the wine so good and the hills so beautiful that they named the place Jeruzalem and decided their holy mission was complete right there. Honestly, after tasting a few glasses of the local white blends, it is hard to blame them. Today, Jeruzalem is still one of the most picturesque vineyard sites in the world, offering views that stretch all the way to Hungary on a clear day. If knights in shining armor couldn't resist these slopes, you probably won't stand a chance either.

Legend has it that Crusaders marching toward the Holy Land stopped here for a quick drink and never made it any further. They found the wine so good and the hills so beautiful that they named the place Jeruzalem and decided their holy mission was complete right there. Honestly, after tasting a few glasses of the local white blends, it is hard to blame them. Today, Jeruzalem is still one of the most picturesque vineyard sites in the world, offering views that stretch all the way to Hungary on a clear day. If knights in shining armor couldn't resist these slopes, you probably won't stand a chance either.

Legend has it that Crusaders marching toward the Holy Land stopped here for a quick drink and never made it any further. They found the wine so good and the hills so beautiful that they named the place Jeruzalem and decided their holy mission was complete right there. Honestly, after tasting a few glasses of the local white blends, it is hard to blame them. Today, Jeruzalem is still one of the most picturesque vineyard sites in the world, offering views that stretch all the way to Hungary on a clear day. If knights in shining armor couldn't resist these slopes, you probably won't stand a chance either.

The Grandmother Of Vines

The Grandmother Of Vines

The Grandmother Of Vines

In the city of Maribor grows a celebrity that puts modern influencers to shame. We are talking about the Old Vine, or Stara Trta, which has been producing fruit for over 400 years. It survived Ottoman invasions, allied bombings during World War II, and even phylloxera - the bug that killed almost everything else in Europe. It still yields enough Žametovka to make a tiny batch of wine annually, usually gifted to popes and presidents. It even has its own anthem and museum. While you likely won't get to taste the wine itself, just standing next to this ancient survivor feels like a spiritual experience for any cork dork.

In the city of Maribor grows a celebrity that puts modern influencers to shame. We are talking about the Old Vine, or Stara Trta, which has been producing fruit for over 400 years. It survived Ottoman invasions, allied bombings during World War II, and even phylloxera - the bug that killed almost everything else in Europe. It still yields enough Žametovka to make a tiny batch of wine annually, usually gifted to popes and presidents. It even has its own anthem and museum. While you likely won't get to taste the wine itself, just standing next to this ancient survivor feels like a spiritual experience for any cork dork.

In the city of Maribor grows a celebrity that puts modern influencers to shame. We are talking about the Old Vine, or Stara Trta, which has been producing fruit for over 400 years. It survived Ottoman invasions, allied bombings during World War II, and even phylloxera - the bug that killed almost everything else in Europe. It still yields enough Žametovka to make a tiny batch of wine annually, usually gifted to popes and presidents. It even has its own anthem and museum. While you likely won't get to taste the wine itself, just standing next to this ancient survivor feels like a spiritual experience for any cork dork.

A French Misunderstanding

A French Misunderstanding

A French Misunderstanding

During the Napoleonic Wars, French soldiers occupied these lands and naturally started sampling the local goods. When they tasted the local Furmint, they exclaimed "C'est si bon" - meaning "it is so good." The locals, not speaking a lick of French, nodded enthusiastically and assumed the soldiers were naming the grape. They heard "Šipon" and the name stuck like glue. For centuries, winemakers here called it Šipon while the rest of the world called it Furmint. It is a hilarious reminder that sometimes the best traditions start with a simple language barrier and a few too many glasses of excellent wine.

During the Napoleonic Wars, French soldiers occupied these lands and naturally started sampling the local goods. When they tasted the local Furmint, they exclaimed "C'est si bon" - meaning "it is so good." The locals, not speaking a lick of French, nodded enthusiastically and assumed the soldiers were naming the grape. They heard "Šipon" and the name stuck like glue. For centuries, winemakers here called it Šipon while the rest of the world called it Furmint. It is a hilarious reminder that sometimes the best traditions start with a simple language barrier and a few too many glasses of excellent wine.

During the Napoleonic Wars, French soldiers occupied these lands and naturally started sampling the local goods. When they tasted the local Furmint, they exclaimed "C'est si bon" - meaning "it is so good." The locals, not speaking a lick of French, nodded enthusiastically and assumed the soldiers were naming the grape. They heard "Šipon" and the name stuck like glue. For centuries, winemakers here called it Šipon while the rest of the world called it Furmint. It is a hilarious reminder that sometimes the best traditions start with a simple language barrier and a few too many glasses of excellent wine.

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