Showing posts with label Porto. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Porto. Show all posts

Thursday, December 14, 2017

A weekend in Porto

Michael - Thursday

On route to a conference in Lisbon, I squeezed in three days with long-time friend and wine fundi Neil Pendock in Porto.  We’d been there before some six years ago, and remembered it for the wonderful scenery along the Douro, the wonderful food, and, of course, the excellent wine and superb port.  Indeed, this I where all true port originates and can be tasted in its natural habitat, so to speak.

We arrived early on Saturday morning after a trip from South Africa on TAAG (Air Angola), which is a story in its own right. After a taxi ride from the airport to the hotel (which told us to come back in eight hours when the rooms were ready), we took a walk around the sleepy town as the mist started to lift.


With its key setting near the mouth of the Douro River, Porto has been settled since around 300 BC. The Romans occupied it, and then the Moors took over in 711 and held it for 150 years. In 1387, John I of Portugal married Philippa of Lancaster starting the alliance with England that has lasted ever since. Their son—Prince Henry the Navigator—set off the age of exploration when his fleet sailed from Portugal to explore the coast of Africa. Not that it’s all been smooth sailing since then, what with Napoleon, revolutions, and a few world wars.

North bank Porto from the river

From the bridge
Seagulls have no respect for the heroes of the past
Wonderful porcelain tile mosaics at the main station

Did I mention the fresh fish?
I really should have mentioned the fish
The Douro is the world’s oldest declared and controlled wine appellation. This time we focused on the port, and we were very fortunate to have the opportunity to visit Graham’s—one of the premier port houses—with the very knowledgeable and delightful Isabel Monteiro as our host.

Although England’s love affair with port started around 1700, W & J Graham’s was founded in 1820 when the two Graham brothers, who had been trading in textiles at Porto, decided that making port would be more lucrative and, presumably, a lot more fun. 

John and William Graham
Graham’s was bought by the Symington family in 1970. It remains a family owned and operated business and now includes several other respected port houses. Graham’s, however, remains their flagship.

The Symington family
Isabel took us down to the cellar to see the vats and barrels where the port matures quietly over the years.


VV Old Tawny means from the 19th century
Port comes in a variety of styles. The tawny ports are the ones that age for decades in old wood, generating their smoothness and complexity in a way similar to, for example, bourbon. Once bottled, they remain essentially unchanged, waiting to be opened and enjoyed. The ruby ports are more similar to wine, continuing to age in the bottle. Each producer declares only a few vintage years, blending the others. Graham’s is among the most particular, careful to preserve their vert high reputation for quality. Their recent vintage years are 2000, 2003, 2007, 2011.

The view from Graham's
We finished with a stunning tasting of their high-end wines, each more remarkable than the previous one, and finishing with the 1972 single harvest tawny.

Six Grapes, 2000 vintage 10, 20, 30 year old Tawny, Single Harvest
Isabel Monteiro discussing the great wines
A never to be forgotten afternoon!

Thursday, June 16, 2011

A Good Nose

David Eley's map of the Douro
One thing about being an academic or a writer is that you get opportunities to travel at other peoples’ expense or at least to split the cost with the taxman.  Following a technical conference in Lisbon last week, I was fortunate to have the opportunity to accompany South African wine writer and drinker Neil Pendock on a visit to the Douro wine country inland from Porto.

David Eley testing the vintage
Our guide was artist, writer and gourmet extraordinaire David Eley.  It was an extraordinary visit.  David whipped down to Porto to pick us up and then drove us around the Douro for the day at breakneck speed.  He’s an amazing person and enormous fun whether he’s wittily denigrating other wine writers or complaining about Portugal’s economic problems, current prices and produce quality.  “All you can find in the shops these days is second rate stuff,” he complains.  “After two days it’s grown so much fur it needs a hair style!”

Another good nose by David Eley
He’s the perfect guide – knows everyone and everywhere.  It’s not surprising that he does because he has recently completed the first modern comprehensive map of the Douro wine area - unveiled at the Yeatsman Hotel, a flagship of the Taylor port house.  And if you have an interest in the food, wine or art of the region you should explore his website www.agoodnose.com It’s the next best thing to having him as your guide.

The Douro itself is an eye and palate opener – certainly for me. The Romans started growing grapes there in the third and fourth centuries – way before Bordeaux let alone the new world.  South Africa is proud of its seventeenth century tradition!  And the varietals are fascinating as well.  Touriga Nacional, Tinta Roriz, Rabigato and dozens more. Trying to pigeon-hole them against the templates of the wines one is used to is hopeless and self-defeating.  Eventually you just let go and enjoy the new world that opens up.  Of course most wine lovers have had a glass of port or two in their time – nothing surprising there – but it’s the ordinary (i.e. unfortified) wines from some of the same grape varietals that are so interesting.  Much of it is really good and not expensive at all.

The terraces in fall

As to the Douro country itself, it’s simply breath-taking.  The wine estates – Quintas – cascade down the steep slopes plunging to the Douro river.  To keep them up there, the vines are usually terraced with meticulous stonework both modern and going back to ancient times. The river waits at the bottom, patient, biding its time.
The area was declared a World Heritage Site in 2001.  Who would argue?

Michael – Thursday.