From grape to thirst-quencher: the first harvest from the Spanish vineyard
The scent of ripe grapes carries a hint of impatience — as if they’ve been whispering for weeks, “come, pick me.” In the late summer on the Costa Blanca, the moment arrives. The harvest begins in the Spanish vineyard. It’s the time when the sun still blazes by day, but the evenings soften, and the vineyard turns into a hive of pickers, crates, and humming tractors. Earlier this year, I […]
