El Paraguas
Atlantico Ribeiro Treixadura


They say 6 of every 10 Michelin star restaurants in Spain carry wine by this producer. Can’t really confirm that, but I can tell you: it doesn’t just sit in your glass; it transports you. This isn’t a wine for sipping in sterile silence. It’s for spilling on a sun-drenched table, between bites of pulpo a la gallega and the laughter of people who know how to live. It’s Galicia in liquid form—wild, rugged, and unapologetically itself.
There’s a sharp, bracing acidity that wakes you up like a cold Atlantic plunge. Then come the flavors: lemon zest, green apple, and maybe a hint of peach that’s just ripe enough to make you pause. Underneath it all, there’s that minerality—like licking a rock (the good kind). It’s clean, it’s crisp, and it doesn’t overstay its welcome.
They say 6 of every 10 Michelin star restaurants in Spain carry wine by this producer. Can’t really confirm that, but I can tell you: it doesn’t just sit in your glass; it transports you. This isn’t a wine for sipping in sterile silence. It’s for spilling on a sun-drenched table, between bites of pulpo a la gallega and the laughter of people who know how to live. It’s Galicia in liquid form—wild, rugged, and unapologetically itself.
There’s a sharp, bracing acidity that wakes you up like a cold Atlantic plunge. Then come the flavors: lemon zest, green apple, and maybe a hint of peach that’s just ripe enough to make you pause. Underneath it all, there’s that minerality—like licking a rock (the good kind). It’s clean, it’s crisp, and it doesn’t overstay its welcome.