“Follow me, señor.”

The voice spoke to me in a baritone, richly smooth in timbre, uniquely Castilian in tongue, yet it was coming from inside my head. Or so it seemed. Willingly, I shouldered my Camelbak and complied with the voice.

Along the gentle westward grade of Rogue Valley Trail I followed the voice, stepping upward through the deep bay forests of Wildcat Loop, ever rising above the high meadows of Rancho San Antonio. I climbed, mile after mile, all the while that voice repeating in my mind’s ear.

“Come with me, señor.”

The voice resonated from without and within, always gentle, never chiding, yet powerfully intoxicating, so much so that I could not begin to disobey its alluring imperative. I was a mound of unshaped clay under the voice’s command, ready to be molded into whatever guise I was to become. It was if I was guided by the unseen hand of Nephi.

I was just glad I had my boots on.

At five miles, at last I reached the high point of the trail, a place uncrowded, serene, and glowing with warm sunshine. Panting slightly and ready for lunch, I stepped into a semi-secret off-trail oasis that few could know, one that would afford me a commanding view. I doffed my pack and reached in to relieve it of its edibles. That’s when I discovered the Torremoron.

Strange it was that I had not felt the pack’s extra weight on that climb. Light of foot on the trail yet heavy with hunger now, I tore into my roast beef-and-grilled pepper sandwich and studied the bottle’s label.

Ribera Del Duero
Denominacion de Origen
Torremoron
Tempranillo 2006
Estate Bottled by Bodegas Torremoron S.C.
Quintanamanvirgo – Burgos – Spain
100% Tempranillo

Without thinking, I set down my sandwich only to find my Swiss Army knife suddenly appearing in my hand, corkscrew at the ready. And, as if to demonstrate to me that miracles do occur, a wine glass dramatically appeared, intact and whole, gleaming inside my pack. I smiled to myself, feeling glad I had risen out of bed this morning.

“Drink me, señor.”

And so I opened the Torremoron and, setting serenely on top of a hillside, I poured. I studied the glass, sitting silently, complaining of nothing, contemplating everything. Beyond a mere breath of wind on my cheek, there was a fine stillness. As the morning drew toward noon, juncos chattered in the thickets below and the dry grasses of Autumn whispered their secrets. I swirled the glass, catching the late-morning sunlight in the wine’s many crimson facets. I could hear my own heart pumping, as if it were the drumbeat of misión ejemplar, a call to action!

I drank. The Torremoron was at once delicious, cherry red, and meaty. Full-bodied, concentrated, and rich with aromatic earth, cinnamon spice and fruit flavor, well-balanced in palate and exquisite in finish, a wine for the season, heady with promise, underpinned by lush desire and strong passion. It was a wine divine, one only the Spanish could make. A wine both easy on the wallet and easy to call mi vino de la casa. And I didn’t even have to be en la casa!

I wanted to taste every drop of it.

I poured again, and listened for the voice. But there was no longer any voice; it had become—¡evolucionado!—something so much more profound.

For in this Tempranillo Tinto, I tasted—I had become—the very soul of Iberia.

Heat: 13% alcohol by volume
Closure: plastic
Price: US$11.99 per 750ml bottle
Where purchased: BevMo, where it is on sale now; also available on snooth.com.

Rancho San Antonio Open Space Preserve is nestled in the western foothills of the Santa Clara Valley above the town of Cupertino. Here’s how to get there:

From Interstate 280 North or South, take the Foothill Boulevard exit and proceed south on Foothill Boulevard approximately 0.2-mile to Cristo Rey Drive. Turn right on Cristo Rey Drive, continue for about 1 mile, veer right around the traffic circle/roundabout, and turn left into the County Park entrance. There are several parking lots, including a dirt lot designated for equestrian trailers. The trailhead for the preserve is located adjacent to the 85-car parking area in the northwest lot.

A virtual clink of the wineglass to all who have participated in this month’s Wine Blogging Wednesday, the 50th in a series originally conceived by Lenn Thompson at LENNDEVOURS.

~winehiker

In the mercurial materiality that is my life, I sometimes find that I’ve got the gumption to read all I can about a particular wine. Often, I’ll have designs on pairing the wine with a meal I’ll be sharing with friends; sometimes I merely want to experiment in the kitchen, then reap the rewards of my culinary frivolities with the right wine. So I’ll study winemakers’ notes, click through a handful of Google results or, as is frequently the case, become interested in a wine based on a fellow blogger’s recommendation.

Often there is only one write-up about a wine that I can glean online; sometimes I feel lucky to be able to read comparisons across multiple blogs. I consider it a special bonus when I can track how one wine from a particular vintage is tasting over a period of months, if not years. That can be the exception to the rule, however; the price tends to go up and the availability tends to go down when a wine is tasting well over time. More’s the case that I’ll want a wine which is affordable and easily obtainable. As one who occasionally reviews wine, I know my readers will find more value in reading about a wine they, too, can obtain and enjoy without resorting to HELOC havoc.

It’s certainly an influence on me when blogs come to consensus about the same wine; indeed I was intrigued about a recent exercise in which a number of wine bloggers were asked to review a premium-priced Sonoma County Cabernet during the same week. While that particular exercise devolved into a silly, almost hateful debacle about blogger’s ethics—a notion that seemed, to me, to be obtusely irrelevant to the task—I was interested in the exercise simply because, as someone who might want to share that wine over a nice meal, I felt I would benefit by a real-time comparison study, one that was not compromised by time’s effect on a wine’s aging.

Then again, sometimes I don’t feel the proclivity to read read read read read. Sometimes I would just rather lace up my boots and go admire a beautiful sunset from a rocky perch. (Yes, you’re right: I do this more than just sometimes.)

O wine! O sunset! I’ll gladly go wherever you glow.

Sometimes I’ll take a flyer and, before I hit that sunset trail, actually place trust in a paid expert’s opinion* and (gasp of horror!) grab a 92-point bottle at BevMo. (Come on, I know you do it too.)

Well that’s precisely what I did as I looked toward tomorrow’s Wine Blogging Wednesday selection. Should you dare to read that forthcoming post, please don’t hate me because the wine was beautiful.

~winehiker

*Wine Spectator, Wine Enthusiast, Robert Parker, blah blah, yadda yadda.