“La Pajara had long been going around in my head. Perhaps, I only needed time to understand it. Real Albillo and oak… A winning combination if you know how to interpret and are willing to fight for it.” FERNANDO OCAÑA.

(Appellation of Origin): Wines of Madrid

Sierra de Gredos. San Martín de Valdeiglesias.

ALBILLO REAL: Small production creeping plant, very resistant to drought. Small clusters, golden at maturity. Aromas of fresh fruit (pear, pineapple). SMALL GRAIN MUSCAT: Small clusters, very compact, with good acidity, which gives them a special complexity. High aromatic level. Floral and fruity notes (apricot, citrus).

Different plots in the areas of Valverde and Maranones, vineyards of reduced extension. Only glass dried old strains. 2 kg per vine. Weathered granite soil that comes from the natural disintegration of rock and that provides the acidity and high mineral expression.

Pre-fermentative cold maceration for 24 hours. Pressing and fermentation on the lees in new French oak barrels. Aged in new french barrels for 6 months.

Yellow straw color with golden edges. Bright and crystal clear. Clear tear after swirling, warning of the high glyceric content characteristic of the Real Albillo variety.

Perfect wood and fruit balance. Clean, high intensity nose. Sweet aromas of pineapple compote, pear, peach. Pastries and white flowers.

Creamy on the palate with good acidity that provides freshness. Ample, with great persistence. The glycerin of the Real Albillo variety takes center stage again.

2.000 bottles.

Extreme tiredness, pain, exhaustion of both physical and mental reserves. Anyone who has ridden a bicycle has heard of it. We have been and still are cyclists and with this wine we pay tribute to it, the nameless, the most feared, the one we never want to appear: La Pajara. When producing this wine we often think about it: from the vineyard, when the precious grapes are fleeced by the birds, in the exhausting days of harvest, in the complicated fermentations, in the difficult racking, on the sleepless nights thinking about when to run off…on many occasions. The oak Albillo has taken us to the end of our strength.