“For more than seven centuries, the rocks had given birth to some of the most distinctive wines in the world. Locals say Priorat’s wine was shipped north to add vigour to Bordeaux and Burgundies and west to the New World. And then around 1900, phylloxera, the vine disease, put an end to all that. The old cellars that had been clawed from the rocks gathered 80 years of gloom. The stone terraces that traversed almost every scalable mountainside – and that were just wide enough for a mule and a row of vines – faded back behind the wild anise and the heat-stroked pines. For the new wave of winemakers who began buying up the vineyards and rebuilding those terraces, that hard-wrought beauty and the memory of what once flourished here were somehow enough.” Text. Chris Nutall

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