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Bobal

Bobal

Bobal

Wandering through the high plains of Spain is where I feel most at home. A rustic soul with a deep heart, I offer a raw and untamed energy that refuses to be tamed by modern polish.

Wandering through the high plains of Spain is where I feel most at home. A rustic soul with a deep heart, I offer a raw and untamed energy that refuses to be tamed by modern polish.

Wandering through the high plains of Spain is where I feel most at home. A rustic soul with a deep heart, I offer a raw and untamed energy that refuses to be tamed by modern polish.

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Sun-Loving Reds

Body

Big & Bold

Tannins

Serious Grip

Acidity

Vibrant Balance

Sugar

Savagely Dry

Bobal grape berry illustration for wine education.

Why you'll like me

Why you'll like me

I'm authentic

I'm resilient

I'm punchy

You'll love me because I'm authentic and unapologetic. While others try to be elegant or fussy, I deliver a punch of dark fruit and refreshing acidity that wakes up your palate. I'm perfect for those who want a drink with backbone and history. My thick skin means I'm loaded with antioxidants, so really, drinking me is practically a health regimen. I bring the Spanish sun directly to your glass.

You'll love me because I'm authentic and unapologetic. While others try to be elegant or fussy, I deliver a punch of dark fruit and refreshing acidity that wakes up your palate. I'm perfect for those who want a drink with backbone and history. My thick skin means I'm loaded with antioxidants, so really, drinking me is practically a health regimen. I bring the Spanish sun directly to your glass.

You'll love me because I'm authentic and unapologetic. While others try to be elegant or fussy, I deliver a punch of dark fruit and refreshing acidity that wakes up your palate. I'm perfect for those who want a drink with backbone and history. My thick skin means I'm loaded with antioxidants, so really, drinking me is practically a health regimen. I bring the Spanish sun directly to your glass.

Why maybe not

I'm rustic

I'm gripping

I'm intense

I can be a bit intense for the faint of heart. If you're looking for a soft, whisper-quiet experience, walk away now. My tannins can be grippy, and sometimes I have a rustic edge that feels a bit like a gravel road rather than a paved highway. I demand food to tame my wild side, so don't expect me to be a polite cocktail companion.

I can be a bit intense for the faint of heart. If you're looking for a soft, whisper-quiet experience, walk away now. My tannins can be grippy, and sometimes I have a rustic edge that feels a bit like a gravel road rather than a paved highway. I demand food to tame my wild side, so don't expect me to be a polite cocktail companion.

When drinking, notice this

Deep color

Wild berries

Savory herbs

Deep color is my trademark, so expect a glass that looks like ink. On the nose, I throw out buckets of wild berries and a savory distinct touch of Mediterranean herbs. On the palate, you will feel my vibrant acidity battling with my sturdy tannins. I'm structural and bold, often finishing with a hint of dark chocolate or earthy spice that lingers long after you sip.

Deep color is my trademark, so expect a glass that looks like ink. On the nose, I throw out buckets of wild berries and a savory distinct touch of Mediterranean herbs. On the palate, you will feel my vibrant acidity battling with my sturdy tannins. I'm structural and bold, often finishing with a hint of dark chocolate or earthy spice that lingers long after you sip.

Deep color is my trademark, so expect a glass that looks like ink. On the nose, I throw out buckets of wild berries and a savory distinct touch of Mediterranean herbs. On the palate, you will feel my vibrant acidity battling with my sturdy tannins. I'm structural and bold, often finishing with a hint of dark chocolate or earthy spice that lingers long after you sip.

They also call me

Requena

Provechón

MY LIFE STORIES

The Bull's Head

The Bull's Head

The Bull's Head

I was born in the high plateaus of Utiel-Requena, Spain. For centuries, locals looked at my clusters and thought they resembled a bull's head, which is actually what my name means in the ancient dialect. I've always been tough. The scorching summers and freezing winters of the plateau didn't kill me. They made me stronger. While other fragile types withered, I dug my roots deep and thrived. For a long time, I was just the workhorse, used to add color to weaker blends, but I always knew I had the soul of a matador waiting for the spotlight.

I was born in the high plateaus of Utiel-Requena, Spain. For centuries, locals looked at my clusters and thought they resembled a bull's head, which is actually what my name means in the ancient dialect. I've always been tough. The scorching summers and freezing winters of the plateau didn't kill me. They made me stronger. While other fragile types withered, I dug my roots deep and thrived. For a long time, I was just the workhorse, used to add color to weaker blends, but I always knew I had the soul of a matador waiting for the spotlight.

The Bulk Wine Blues

The Bulk Wine Blues

The Bulk Wine Blues

It hurts to admit this, but for decades I was misunderstood. People saw my massive yields and thick skins and assumed I was only good for bulk production or simple Rosé. They treated me like a factory worker rather than an artist. I was shipped off in tankers to fix the color of wimpy drinks in the north. It was a dark time for my ego. I had all this potential, all this complexity locked inside my skins, and no one bothered to let it out. I just kept my head down, producing deep, dark juice, waiting for someone to realize I was actually a star.

It hurts to admit this, but for decades I was misunderstood. People saw my massive yields and thick skins and assumed I was only good for bulk production or simple Rosé. They treated me like a factory worker rather than an artist. I was shipped off in tankers to fix the color of wimpy drinks in the north. It was a dark time for my ego. I had all this potential, all this complexity locked inside my skins, and no one bothered to let it out. I just kept my head down, producing deep, dark juice, waiting for someone to realize I was actually a star.

The Renaissance

The Renaissance

The Renaissance

Finally, the world woke up. Winemakers started pruning my vines back and treating me with respect. They realized that if you treat me right, I produce juice that rivals the best in Spain. Now, I'm celebrated for my old stocks that twist like sculptures out of the rocky earth. I'm no longer just a blending partner. I'm standing center stage, showing off my velvety texture and spicy character. It took a while, but I've proven that a rustic country cousin can clean up nicely and steal the show at the dinner table.

Finally, the world woke up. Winemakers started pruning my vines back and treating me with respect. They realized that if you treat me right, I produce juice that rivals the best in Spain. Now, I'm celebrated for my old stocks that twist like sculptures out of the rocky earth. I'm no longer just a blending partner. I'm standing center stage, showing off my velvety texture and spicy character. It took a while, but I've proven that a rustic country cousin can clean up nicely and steal the show at the dinner table.

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