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Carignan

Carignan

Carignan

With a rustic soul and enough energy to light up a room, my spirit thrives in the hottest climates. Once known for quantity, I have rediscovered my roots to offer intense red fruit and savory depth.

With a rustic soul and enough energy to light up a room, my spirit thrives in the hottest climates. Once known for quantity, I have rediscovered my roots to offer intense red fruit and savory depth.

With a rustic soul and enough energy to light up a room, my spirit thrives in the hottest climates. Once known for quantity, I have rediscovered my roots to offer intense red fruit and savory depth.

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Sun-Loving Reds

Body

Big & Bold

Tannins

Serious Grip

Acidity

Properly Sharp

Sugar

Savagely Dry

Carignan grape berry illustration for wine education.

Why you'll like me

Why you'll like me

I'm resilient

I'm structured

I'm savory

I'm a survivor who loves the heat. While other vines faint under the baking sun, I stand tall and keep my acidity razor-sharp. When I'm allowed to age gracefully on the vine, I produce wines with incredible concentration and a savory, meaty complexity that you just can't find elsewhere. I bring a distinct, rugged character to blends that adds backbone and life.

I'm a survivor who loves the heat. While other vines faint under the baking sun, I stand tall and keep my acidity razor-sharp. When I'm allowed to age gracefully on the vine, I produce wines with incredible concentration and a savory, meaty complexity that you just can't find elsewhere. I bring a distinct, rugged character to blends that adds backbone and life.

I'm a survivor who loves the heat. While other vines faint under the baking sun, I stand tall and keep my acidity razor-sharp. When I'm allowed to age gracefully on the vine, I produce wines with incredible concentration and a savory, meaty complexity that you just can't find elsewhere. I bring a distinct, rugged character to blends that adds backbone and life.

Why maybe not

I'm astringent

I'm harsh

I'm fussy

If you treat me like a factory machine, I will punish your palate. When cropped too high, I turn harsh, bitter, and uninteresting. My tannins can be aggressive, feeling a bit like sandpaper if the winemaker isn't careful. I also have a bad habit of catching powdery mildew if the air around me isn't moving fast enough. I demand hard work for high reward.

If you treat me like a factory machine, I will punish your palate. When cropped too high, I turn harsh, bitter, and uninteresting. My tannins can be aggressive, feeling a bit like sandpaper if the winemaker isn't careful. I also have a bad habit of catching powdery mildew if the air around me isn't moving fast enough. I demand hard work for high reward.

When drinking, notice this

High acidity

Red fruit

Meaty notes

You will feel my presence immediately through a distinct zing of acidity and a firm grip of tannin. Look for a core of bright red berries like cranberry and raspberry, often wrapped in savory notes of cured meat, wild herbs, or even a touch of barnyard funk. I'm not a soft, pillowy drink. I have edges, structure, and a savory finish that craves rich food.

You will feel my presence immediately through a distinct zing of acidity and a firm grip of tannin. Look for a core of bright red berries like cranberry and raspberry, often wrapped in savory notes of cured meat, wild herbs, or even a touch of barnyard funk. I'm not a soft, pillowy drink. I have edges, structure, and a savory finish that craves rich food.

You will feel my presence immediately through a distinct zing of acidity and a firm grip of tannin. Look for a core of bright red berries like cranberry and raspberry, often wrapped in savory notes of cured meat, wild herbs, or even a touch of barnyard funk. I'm not a soft, pillowy drink. I have edges, structure, and a savory finish that craves rich food.

They also call me

Mazuelo

MY LIFE STORIES

Spanish Roots

Spanish Roots

Spanish Roots

I was born in the dusty, sun-baked lands of Aragon, Spain, specifically near a town that shares my ancestral name, Cariñena. I didn't stay put for long, though. My sturdy nature and ability to withstand drought made me the perfect traveler for the Mediterranean basin. I hopped borders into France, crossed oceans to the New World, and set up shop anywhere the sun beat down hard enough to scare off the delicate varieties. I have always been a lover of heat.

I was born in the dusty, sun-baked lands of Aragon, Spain, specifically near a town that shares my ancestral name, Cariñena. I didn't stay put for long, though. My sturdy nature and ability to withstand drought made me the perfect traveler for the Mediterranean basin. I hopped borders into France, crossed oceans to the New World, and set up shop anywhere the sun beat down hard enough to scare off the delicate varieties. I have always been a lover of heat.

The Workhorse Era

The Workhorse Era

The Workhorse Era

For a long time, I was the industrial workhorse of the wine world. In the mid-20th century, especially in France, they planted me everywhere because I could pump out massive amounts of juice without complaining. I became the backbone of simple daily table wine. I was overworked and underappreciated, treated like a factory machine rather than a living soul. It wasn't my most glamorous era, but I kept the carafes filled across Europe during the post-war boom.

For a long time, I was the industrial workhorse of the wine world. In the mid-20th century, especially in France, they planted me everywhere because I could pump out massive amounts of juice without complaining. I became the backbone of simple daily table wine. I was overworked and underappreciated, treated like a factory machine rather than a living soul. It wasn't my most glamorous era, but I kept the carafes filled across Europe during the post-war boom.

My Renaissance

My Renaissance

My Renaissance

Just when the authorities tried to rip me out of the ground for being too common, a miracle happened. Winemakers realized that my ancient, gnarly vines-some over a century old-were producing liquid gold. In places like Priorat and the Languedoc, I stopped being a bulk filler and became a star. Now, I'm cherished for my concentration and profound depth, proving that age really does bring wisdom, flavor, and a well-earned spot on the top shelf.

Just when the authorities tried to rip me out of the ground for being too common, a miracle happened. Winemakers realized that my ancient, gnarly vines-some over a century old-were producing liquid gold. In places like Priorat and the Languedoc, I stopped being a bulk filler and became a star. Now, I'm cherished for my concentration and profound depth, proving that age really does bring wisdom, flavor, and a well-earned spot on the top shelf.

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REGIONS I HELP

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