Inurrieta Cab/Merlot

Nose of latin grocery store, palate of fruit and bramble.  Nose evolves, it is nixtamal, lime (mineral) and cat urine, the smell of tradtional tortillas.  In the mouth it is a jumble of x's and t's, rumors of revolution and obstinate tradionalist conservatism.  Handball in a cassock in the sun, the ancientness of jai alai, a million dusty bricks.  Except that even the old men dance here, and they sell Morcilla in the Tesco.